Roaming through the archives from this past year and have stumbled across many images that I’m now wondering why I passed over for processing soon after I shot them.
Perhaps it’s because I’m in a much different frame of mind that I was six months ago when I shot this.
Or perhaps not.
Either way, the more I look at his face, the more I wonder what the thoughts were.
And I’m hoping that I will get to be that age.
So I can spend another 30-40 years with Goddess.
Although she says I’m not off the hook for another 60.
I’m good with that.
Aboard the Cutty Sark. Greenwich, London, England.