The great thing about full white beards is their contrast with the rest of the items in the image.
On a wet and dreary day, this old guy comes steaming down Boston’s Newberry Street looking neither left nor right. A creaky runaway train on an important mission.
I initially was attracted by the harsh side lighting illuminating the guy sitting on the bench. However as I got closer and started taking pictures, the other figure walking away was also caught in my composition. As luck would have it, their blue clothes seemed to tie the two together and so not only did I not crop out the receding figure, it become an integral part of this composition.
He and I are friends. (kind of)
I see him a lot sitting by himself on various park benches in Boston Common. Billy is very hard to understand. My guess is he’s got a wet brain from too much booze.
He won’t take any money.
Today I told him my name was John and I think he understood that.
His eyes filled with tears.