First page of the Voyeur archive.
The Camera Voyage
He was middle-aged — if the mid-fifties could be considered middle-aged. He wasn’t six foot four, but he was a tall man. He wasn’t wiry, anymore, but he managed his weight well. He had the typical gray fringes that a man sometimes gains, but he still had most of his hair. Admittedly it had gotten a bit sparser, but it was still there. Ladies had described him as ruggedly handsome, but he thought of himself as anything but handsome. He drove a late model traditionally vanilla car and dressed conservatively. He had been Technical Director at a high-tech company and he supposed that he might be considered mildly successful.
