DAY 44: A JAUNDICED EYE
A few years ago, my husband and I were riding the back roads in Marion County on a Sunday afternoon. It was a wonderful day. We were just out and about with no particular place to go (as the song says).
But in St. Joe, we ran into Mr. Bobby Buckman.
A big conversation ensued between my husband and Mr. Buckman. I guess we must have sat there in the middle of the road for 15 or 20 minutes while they talked about everything under the sun. My personal reward was being able to sneak in a casual picture from real life - I don't think either Stephen or Bobby even realized their images had been captured and that moment of time between them had been memorialized.
At the time of this traffic stop I knew very little about Bobby Buckman.
I did know and like many of his children, but I'd just never had the opportunity to know the Big Daddy, so to speak.
But through the years since this photo I have gotten to know him more; I now consider him my friend.
He's a very interesting person. Was it his 80th birthday that was celebrated so recently? I tend to forget his exact age - because Mr. Bobby Buckman is sharper than so many younger people. He really is a special guy.
I think of this photo of him as "A Jaundiced Eye" because....well...I am not exactly sure why! It just feels right for the look on Bobby's face. He's taking in information and isn't trusting fully what he hears until he has rolled it around in his mind.
Once Bobby's had a chance to roll something around in his mind, though, he will tell you what he thinks. He will tell you the honest truth. And what's not to love about that?