The air outside is thin grasping all about laying its hand on everything a piercing chill freezing fingers the ground is firm the leaves, crisply rigid but inside the warm air wraps me as I watch the steam from the rice cooker dancing in the sunlight
I spotted Andrew collecting carts in a Trader Joe’s parking lot. It was his impressively long beard which caught my eye. I approached him and asked if I could make his portrait, explaining that I was a photographer. Hesitant at first, he ultimately agreed. A hint of flattery and pride was held in a smile buried behind a thick wall of hair. I asked how long it had taken him to grow his beard out to such a length. About four and a half years was his answer.