Photo of the Day – I Don’t Remember His Name
I don't remember his name but I met him in a stretch of desert they were selling off ten acres at a time for not much money. All I remember of him was a he had a big black dog, a son and gave me a bale of alfalfa hay that looked like it grew a long way from where we were standing in the desert..
Not the face of an office worker… Wow, really beautiful expression.
Photographing people I met during my journey with mule Polly was one of my favorite things about that journey. The harder the land, the more interesting the people and, by extension, their faces. You’re right; not a whole lot of indoor time on that face.