Hi!
Frank,
Well, the first thing I noticed is his eyes. I don't see them as
closed, rather it looks like he's squinting. I see the index finger
of his right hand raised; that coupled with his facial expression
makes me think he's trying to make a point. I see him as an
opinionated curmudgeon with a heart of gold (one of those friendly
curmudgeons <g>). I see him in a wheelchair or one of those electric
scooter thingies.
This far you're absolutely right.
I look at the knarled skin on his face. I imagine
that he was a soldier at one point in his life (maybe I'm only
thinking that because he's Israeli). I imagine that he was a freedom
fighter (a politically expsosive description these days, to be sure)
back in the Middle East in the 40's or 50's, one who has very definite
opinions on modern life generally, and politics in particular.
He said us he was a pro photog. So he might have seen some of what you
mentioned, but I cannot tell that for sure.
And, if my imagination has run rampant and is nowhere near reality, I
just see him as a friendly grouch.
He was mighty friendly, that friendly that he quite surprised me.
Am I anywhere close, Boris? Or do you even know? Even if I'm not
close, these are the kind of portraits where I have fun imagining - so
I enjoy them none-the-less.
As long as you stop for even a split moment and engage your
mind/soul/heart looking at photograph, I should say, in my definition
that photograph was successful.
Now, it happens to be my photograph, hence I am just humbled.
But then again, Frank, you have a good habit of reading my photography
just to the point... How's that trip to Spain progressing <wink>?
Boris
