I don't know this gentleman. He was sitting on a park bench and there was a uplift at the corners of his mouth, but a sadness in his eyes. I asked if I could take a few photos and promised him prints the next time I saw him. That was three months ago, and yet I still carry his finished prints tucked in my portfolio along with pictures of my children and grandchildren. I see his image every day, and I worry and wonder about him. I don't know this gentleman...but I care about him. Like family.