It was fall 2010, Andrew Tonn and I hadn't known each other very long, but photo walks around the downtown had become a regular thing. We ended the day and ducked into a dive bar set up in this lone shotgun house.
As we sat at the bar waiting for our food, I noticed this guy sitting behind us. I turned with my camera in hand; he must have seen it because he turned away. The mirror behind the bar was about the same distance away from us as the gentleman behind me, So I focussed on myself in the mirror and then checked my distance. Sitting my camera facing behind me on the edge of the bar, right where I had focussed from a moment ago. I opened the lens up to ƒ 1.8, and using the mirror behind the bar, and the mirror behind the gentleman, I aimed the camera. I carefully waited for the shot. After a few moments, he went about his drinking, I used three frames to capture this moment.
I wondered of his story, this old man without sea or ship.
Note: If you notice you can see the bottle in his hand by his side and directly to the right of him in the mirror, you can see the back of my head, and to the right of me, Andrew.
The image is scratched and damaged; it's the only one I have as the negatives were never returned to me.