Photographer's Note

As I was watching children playing in a local park one October evening, I noticed a small group of people enjoying picnic on a still moderately warm grass. I kept wondering about when this man with white hair, dressed all in white, came to greet me with a warm smile. He was one of the happy picnickers. I smiled back in greeting. He could hardly contain his joy over life, quoting Rumi and Hafiz... Then, suddenly, he went on to recite his own poetry, full of passion, while his wife and relatives were sitting nearby. I learnt he was a poet. He came to live in Canada not even two weeks before. He was beaming with life, starting anew here. Then, suddenly, surprisingly, sweetly, he asked me a most unusual question--would I be interested in marrying his son? ... I smiled all the way back home. A dear person. This has never happened to me, and never will.

When I took this shot, it was almost evening. I had not much light to maneuvre and decided to lighten the sky more, making it just as white as this man was--hair, shirt, suit, and soul.

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Additional Photos by Sarolta Gyoker (designsoul) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 1527 W: 139 N: 3112] (17843)
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