When I was traveling through the north of Spain I came across this weathered fisherman with a face that told a thousand stories. I photographed him sitting outside along the waterfront and later in this cafe where he was taking a time out. He never showed any reaction to my loud shutter impairing his peace. I often wonder if any of the people that I have photographed over the years have any idea that I still have their pictures on file?
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