The first portrait I had taken of Marty, was in 1987 with a red plastic camera I had been given for my eighth birthday. We were all in Santa Monica then. My mother and Marty got married shortly after. 19 years later I asked him to sit for me in Oxnard, CA. Always the bedrock in our family. A drug and alcohol treatment councilor, with an immeasurable ability to sit and just listen.. calm as the relaxed tides down by the Ventura Point.