Wednesday, January 17
pilgrim. I asked H to pause a moment in his back yard play so that I could take a few test shots for lighting. He complied with his usual good grace...but a tinge of long-suffering-ness comes through. This faintly martyred expression, along with the staff (broom handle javelin really), and the forsythia "halo" gives him the air of a pilgrim or young man on a quest. Bonjour Monsieur H!