I think it's a great shot of him because there's the contemplative and observational side there, and it's difficult to catch that in a photographic moment, especially as there's plenty of the active and expressive going on. My sister and he are a kick when they get their quick-as-lightning banter going.
He also has that special mixture of ginger ale with smarts, talent, and funny. It's called a Fizzing Fitsillroy.
A mentor and fireman, soon to retire, like he ever would stop being actively involved in multiple projects.... Hogwash! Where do 25 years go - into lots of hard and benificial work and hijinx, that's where.
Be sure to try to catch his act or see him on YouTube, those who portalled in via facebook.
Pruning is an art form. To see what a tree can become and take away one twig or branch at a time until it arrives at its carved and beautiful form, domesticated yes, but tamed only to one vision for a while.
I learned a thing or two from him about pruning, amongst others, and when I lived in the far-off countryside of Mt. Rainier environs in WA (right at the first foothills), I tried it for myself. Like painting or sculpting, but working WITH something alive. It makes an impact for your hands and eyes and more...
Live long and prosper, my brother!
P.S. Be careful, dear relatives, or you'll find yourselves living the life of luxury on my blog!
Disclaimer: Totally 100% kidding; would NEVER do without permission, name/photo-wise, 200%!