There are so many hard parts to the death of Henry von Eichel at his home in Austria on Monday at the age of 64. One of them is that now begins the time when I won't be able to introduce people to Henry, to watch their delight in meeting him and getting to know him, and then thanking me later many times over. Instead, myself, and his many other friends, will have to learn to tell of Henry in a way that shows him, brings him to life, gives as much dimension as possible. All I have for now are photos I'm finding in my archives. Here are some of them, shot mostly in Georgetown, where he also had a home. I hope to find more photos.