Fifty years—let’s set the old timescope at that fulsome number today. It’s been a long time since 1954, yet it’s still within reach of mind—of mine, anyway. For me, photographs of that age have eerie dual powers—they depict a world so distant as to seem alien, yet often they trigger true memories.
I wasn’t at Sebring that year, but these images made by my father, Ozzie Lyons, almost make me feel as if I went along.
