His hands and clothes blackened by his work, the lines on his face as deep as the grooves on the old medina wall. Yet he seems happy, contented and very much at home nestled within these walls of the Blacksmith' Souk while he rests.
The detail struggles to come through to me here as well, Celia. I must bring my face close to the screen in order to look this man in the eye. He is almost as battered as the walls that surround him. An exceptionally expressive environmental portrait and a great opening image. I only wish he was twice the size so he would envelope me.