Most of the time, we can’t look into an old man’s mind. All we see are the lines and furrows a lifetime of experiences have imprinted on his face. I thought it would be fun to peer into this old fellow’s head, but it only leads to more questions: Who is that woman? What is the leopard doing there? What war are those soldiers from? and what about the birds, fish and the frog? And even if we asked for the stories, would he want to share them?

You can almost see him thinking, 'Harumph! What do these young scalawags know about love or hard times - or life for that matter?' This old man may seem absent-minded, but after a whole lifetime of experiences, he really just has a lot on his mind. - JC