I met this intriguing gentleman, whose nickname really is "Santa," while riding my bike on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale, FL. His eyes reveal a hard life lived, but he was as gracious and caring as the real Santa.
When I saw the fishing boat pulling up to the dock near Dunvegan, Scotland, I was hoping to find some weathered Scotts to photograph. Initially, Roman and his co-workers seemed a bit stand-offish, but as it turns out, only because they didn't speak English. Finally, I asked what language they did speak, to which Roman replied "Russian." Well, we were off and chatting at that point. Roman and his buddies are from Latvia, and come to fish the plentiful Scottish waters three months out of the year.
I met this sweet soul on the streets of Milan, Italy. The depth of her sincerity was immediately obvious when I approached her and she squeezed my hand. When I look at her, I wonder what her earlier life may have been like.
