I love unguarded looks, and last Friday night at the Harrison Volunteer Fire Department feed, there were plenty to capture.
After I had acclimated the crowd to my presence, those glances and smiles began to emerge, and participants began to loosen their guard. This cowboy, blue-eyed and weathered, caught my eyes as the fading evening light flooding the fire hall illuminated the left side of his face, brightening his eyes with the appearance of latent wisdom and subtle humor.
The lines on his face, the black hat visible over the shadows and the echo of blue in his shirt were a powerful combination; I couldn’t resist making several images of him over the course of his conversation. This one, that single, fleeting moment of intensity, is my favorite.