I keep wondering who is this person, what has his life been like? Has he had that sweater since he was 28 years old and still loves it? Is there someone out in that beautiful wild space to keep him company? Does he hike through that green and reminisce about how he used to run through it? Or does he still run through it? What would his voice sound like? Would he be a curmudgeon or easy to talk to?
Found the photograph here