I’d like to tell you a story about this photograph. However there isn’t one. I just liked the composition. There is even the possibility that it might eventually turn into a black and white image. However that’s not very likely as i’d loose the snap of the red striped poles.
I’m always amazed by the apparent personality differences one sees on city sidewalks. These people were very near each other on Charles Street this afternoon. As much as it may seem that they were aware of me and my camera. Neither actually were.
Taking portraits of strangers makes me nervous. On the streets I like to take my photographs without being noticed. Someday I hope to get over that reluctance to engage people because the human face is endlessly fascinating.
I guess it’s because I’m an old guy that these images move me. This man was sitting yesterday on the edge of a wall outside the Tufts Medical Center. I think he looked resigned. A strange word resigned, but the older you get the more you have to deal with constant aches and pains and an overall reduction in strength. You sit more, you hurt more and in order to live with all this, one become resigned to feeling that way.
Getting back to the technical aspects of this image for a second. The raking light on his face gave him a lovely, almost old world, look. I think Rembrandt might have liked this face.