Sir Elmsworth Walkington was an old sea dog at heart. He was a stoic creature of the finest breed, unapologetically flocculent, and hopelessly prudent. Sir Elmsworth loved the wintry weather, and thrilled in the face of a strong northbound gale. His eye, ever trained toward the windward direction, dreamed of harbor lights at a seafaring distance.
Portraiture is storytelling at its core, a snapshot of a person’s, or, in this case, dog’s life. I can get lost in what that life must be like, or was like. Were they busy? Was it hard for them to make time to sit for a portrait? Did they have plans for the rest of the day? “OK Leonardo, let’s wrap it up, I’ve got some laundry to do.” It’s the same thing with old vintage photographs. Did anyone ever crack a smile during the 1920s?
Apparently, some did, or most of us wouldn’t be here today.