While shooting a fat little squirrel in my front yard, my new neighbor walked by. Didn't get his name, but he did say that his father was an Air Force photographer back in the day. He mentioned spending many days and nights in the darkroom with his father. He has no idea the shot was taken, and I am debating on printing it and setting it at his door.
The reason I took this shot, was because of how he looks, dirty, disheveled, and worn. This is the look of a man that has not had an easy life, or things handed to him. Grease on his hands, dirt on his shirt, and a comb in his pocket. This is not a man the average person would strike up a conversation with, but I bet he has some fun stories he could share, while having a couple drinks from that bottle.
Jon
