Green pendant, hazel eyes

Lovely grub, my dad used to say when he particularly liked something ("grub" of course in the sense of food rather than an insect)  I doubt he would have approved of my thinking that this guy's "lovely grub", yet I dunno.  He loved me even as a child when I was weird and not exactly a "normal" boy.  His love was never conditional.  He was ignorant about gayness, yet he was never hidebound.  He's been dead 15 years now, and I still miss him.

Enough of my rambling. Enjoy the photo.