Mr. Mead, a.k.a. Ernest 'Boots' Mead, a very wise and dear counselor, confidante, and friend. Mr. Mead is about 95 years old, and if you're lucky enough to be invited into his home, you'll probably find him either telling wonderful stories, listening to your worries, giving advice, or delighting the keys of his piano. He is literally an institution at UVa; the Mead Foundation was formed in his name and honors a small group of faculty who develop new ways to reach out to students. And I was lucky enough to become acquainted with him after being honored by the foundation last year. Since then he has coached me through some mighty tough times.
Just a neg scan for now; it needs some dodge and burn and such. Impromptu lighting with a small lamp minus a shade.