Still ...

... waiting. 

(When I returned from my trip to the Amazon he was gone. I kept looking for him every day, but his place in front of the bar remained empty. I began to think that he had found what he was looking for and to hope that he had accomplished his last purpose in life. Turns out he only had lost faith that he would meet him again. But a recent series of senseless deaths in our town seems to have rekindled his hopes. This morning he was back, sitting in his usual place in front of the bar. Backstory here.)

Shot with Helga pinhole lens. Enhanced the textures with an overlay.