today a man was taking some comfort in psalms from a well-thumbed christian bible. he was sitting on a concrete bench overlooking dana point harbor with his knapsack at his side & the bible open as he contemplated his life (at least that’s what i thought he was doing.)
i asked if he would let me photograph his open bible with his hand touching it & after acquiescing, he asked “do you have plans?”
“i always have plans, not all of which come to fruition,” i said, “what about you?”
“i am at an end,” he said, “& hope that new paths are ahead of me.” and he looked back out over the harbor, our conversation at an end as well.