If you've seen this picture of Bill Derrick before, it could have been on any number of vintage blogs because it is probably the best shot of him. It's by Dave Martin, of course, and I've posted it twice before. That body is pure poetry, and I think it fitting to close with a poem that Mr. Derrick, an avid poetry reader, asked to be added at the end of his 2009 obituary:
The tide recedes, but leaves behind
Bright seashells in the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops, and yet
It echoes in refrain,
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
Thank you, Mr. Derrick. You left us something beautiful.