Here sits a gentleman I’ve never had the opportunity to meet. I don’t even know his name but he has occupied my heart and mind for days. He has inspired me!
Becoming more dear with every mark and angle found to convey the likeness of his face. I can see him even now. Hope in those eyes, joy in the brief rest evident in his expression.
How incredible his life must have been?
What comforts enfolded him at days end on this porch overlooking the barren land once lush and green? Did that bench where he sits serve as his bed each night open to the elements and star filled sky?
What of the broken planks supporting the thin threadbare carpet easily flipped with the slightest gust of wind?
I couldn’t help but admire the fortitude and grace of this man as I endeavored to portray him and this snapshot from his time. Inspired by the peace and hope in this scene of simplicity and a man I’ve never met.
Here sits a gentleman I’ve never had the opportunity to meet. I don’t even know his name but he has occupied my heart and mind for days. He has inspired me!
Becoming more dear with every mark and angle found to convey the likeness of his face. I can see him even now. Hope in those eyes, joy in the brief rest evident in his expression.
How incredible his life must have been?
What comforts enfolded him at days end on this porch overlooking the barren land once lush and green? Did that bench where he sits serve as his bed each night open to the elements and star filled sky?
What of the broken planks supporting the thin threadbare carpet easily flipped with the slightest gust of wind?
I couldn’t help but admire the fortitude and grace of this man as I endeavored to portray him and this snapshot from his time. Inspired by the peace and hope in this scene of simplicity and a man I’ve never met.