At the local park where old (and sometimes young) men play chess on the weekend
I asked this gentleman if I could take a photo while he played and he refused. The group sitting next to him volunteered that I could take their photos while they played. I took their photos too but snuck a few of this gentleman also from the far side of the table. The heart wants what it wants :-)
I love shots of hands. They tell our experiences as well as faces. I keep telling my old and knuckle swollen hands that they tell that I actually "lived" my life.
very nice, there is a park around here where you can get check mated in like 8 moves by these old guys who don't even look like they're paying attention to the game.
basically you were check mated before you got out of bed this morning
basically you were check mated before you got out of bed this morning