Kent, downtown St. John’s.
“What are you up to today?” I asked, fiddling with my camera settings.
“This is it,” he said, rolling a cigarette. “Just needed to get out of the house, you know?”
Yes. It’s a need I know all too well. I live alone. It’s an old house, big and creaky and rattling with the whispers and weight of its old house memories.
Anyhow. I’m delighted with this shot. Love the specs. Love the wind and the hair. Love the hinted sadness at the edge of the eyes.
(BTW, check out Kent’s work here, if you fancy it: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kentbarrett)