Musings from the Laundromat: The frail man
The frailest man was filling a machine and I stood staring, unable to look away. I knew I had to photograph him – no matter who saw me do it.
Here he is.
His pants are at least 3 sizes too big on him. He shuffles. He gingerly filled his laundry detergent cup and of course, I instantly wanted to wrap him in soft tissue and put him in my pocket.
He’s shuffled outside now, where he went, I don’t know. I’m just glad it’s not windy today – he may be blown off course if it were.
He found his way back – we exchanged a smile after he transferred his small load into a dryer.
It was the most lovely smile.
Then I took some more photos. I’ve decided to name him Marvin.
Posted on August 23, 2015, in Musings from the laundromat, Photography & Art, Uncategorized and tagged elderly, frailty, musings from the laundromat, photography. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.