A friend on Facebook shared this article from Good Report, featuring several portraits of C.S. Lewis, taken by Life Magazine photographer Hans Wild for a feature they did in 1946. These are great shots. The ones in his study are familiar to hardcore fans like me, but I’d never seen the pictures of him in hat and overcoat, with walking stick, tramping through Oxford.
I once had what almost felt like a vision of Lewis. I saw him walking over a hill, in the heather, with his stick. My impression was that this was what he was doing now, in Heaven. I’m very skeptical about visions, however (I’ve never actually had another that I can think of, and it doesn’t bother me), so I’m pretty sure it was just an imaginative belch.
We had a practice session for Viking combat this weekend, and a friend (his name is Philip Patton) took this picture of me with my bow and arrow. I’m rather happy with it.
At my District Pastor’s meeting today, one of the pastors commented that he’d never seen a photo of our seminary librarian smiling.
Some time ago I posted a high school yearbook photo of myself, which satisfactorily (I think) explained my decision to pretty much give up smiling forever.