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.










About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on August 23, 2015, in Musings from the laundromat, Photography & Art, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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