From sometime during the summer of 2014.
There is a truth we speak when we are not aware we are being seen. This fellow visitor was telling those looking at least a bit of that.It was actually an odd little moment, and really is not much more I care to surmise or extrapolate from it. I did not know him, nor did I get to. Just too many people, cannot know them all. In a sense, that is why I like going to old seaside towns to take photos like this, the sense of random, but at the same time it is not really random at all. Perhaps coincidental, but not random. There was a definite reason he was sitting there, it did not just happen, just like there was a definite reason I was passing by at this time.
So many myriad factors all bumping and crashing along. It is fascinating.