Grandpa Harley was a delightful man – he was the epitome of the “old gent”, a true gentleman from an era long gone. Full of humor, he was quite the raconteur and had many stories accumulated over his nine-plus decades. He sang, played the violin and the guitar well, and was quite the charmer. It was very easy to believe all the colorful stories about him in the family, especially the ones which involved his charming the ladies! This portrait was shot a couple of years ago, at his place in Glennie, northern Michigan. At that time he was 91. I had the good fortune of spending a weekend with him. On this particular afternoon, we were sitting outside on this deck overlooking the lake conversing, even though he was visibly tired. I had my camera with me and shot a few portraits, including this one.
He recently passed away, having lived a very full life, at the ripe old age of 94. It would be a privilege to be so favored by grace and be given that many full decades. It certainly is a privilege to be a part of his family. Rest in peace, grandpa Harley. We miss you.
Nikon D3 + Noct-Nikkor 58mm f/1.2 @ 1.2, natural light.
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