In the now defunct old copper mining town of Bisbee, Arizona, I encountered this elderly gentleman on the covered outer porch of the century-old Copper Queen hotel. He was in the process of drinking a cup of black coffee and rolling his own cigarette. He had such a classic face that showed years of life experience. I asked him if he would mind if I took a quick picture of him. He consented. Yes, he looks weathered, but I suspect he earned that in the school of hard knocks. I have kept this image for a long time - it haunts me as I wonder about his personal history.
John