I often see this man, always walking along Berry Street and Henshaw Street in Liverpool. I’ve tried to capture him many times, but I’ve never been happy with his portrayal.
There is something so intriguing about him, I so want to know who he is, but more importantly who he was, many years ago.
Time is certain for us all, and we all have our tale to tell. Maybe I should be brave and find out more about him, his story.
There is much to learn about people we pass by, going about our business.
I hope when I’m older someone stops me, and takes the time to ask who I am, who I was, and then a little piece of my spirit will live on in someone else.