I talked with Herman a little today, and asked if I could take his picture. He knows me, but doesn't know my name. He drinks a lot, and can usually be found sitting on a bench on the shady side of the courthouse in the middle of our small town. Of course, the shade changes as the day progesses, so Herman moves around a little. He can also be seen walking through town and across the bridge over the Cumberland River, carrying his .22 rifle. Does some rabbit and squirrel hunting.
I showed him the digital pic on my camera, and he said, "There's Ol' Dad!" I think he'll get a kick out the drawing.
Herman, 15" x 20", charcoal