Tres Smith, a photographer that sometimes worked freelance for my office, died on April 19 after a years-long fight against cancer. He was 41. While I didn’t know him as well as some, he never failed to be friendly, sweet, kind, and generous to me whenever we met. He had a fantastic sense of humor and piercing blue eyes.
The last time I saw him he was taking pictures of me and Brittney eating chocolate cake at the Dairyette, laughing it up.
We will all miss you, Tres. Rest in peace.
