You’re my friend that I trust to see, the real person that is me. With that trust I open my soul to be free, and with my weird quirky banter I flavour the sea. A sea full of fun, innocent and judge free, and yes I’ll go overboard…yep that would be me.
So do I crawl back in my shell like a crab on the beach? Burrow into the sand well out of reach? I don’t mean to offend but when I read your text. I question my openness and feel a bit vexed.
Personal space of train travellers. Everyone relaxes into a pose to keep them upright should the train jolt. This guy leans with the right shoulder against the wall with his Hurley backpack.
My sketches are done then and there. No photos are taken. This means that you generally have to expect that the subject will be getting off at the next station. This person is at the door. The next station is 2 minutes away. So glad I was able to catch that hunkered look. I find that characteristic in a few of my sketches. Love it.