I love faces that tell a story.
I was in town today while Younger Daughter and her friend did their weekly volunteer work at the county animal shelter. I parked myself in a small restaurant and had tea while I waited.
Two gentlemen came in, clearly regulars at this restaurant. They so perfectly embodied the typical blue-collar small-town America working man that I asked permission to photograph them. Etched in their faces was a lifetime of hard work, and on this quiet snowy afternoon these friends had paused for a cup of hot coffee.
I love Real America.