When I walked into the church, there was only one person inside -
an elderly man wearing an old wool coat that had holes in the elbows and thread handing from the sleeves.
There were herself and Leon, two
elderly men wearing old - fashioned collars, a woman and her almost grown - up daughter, and two Hitlerjugend on their way home from their annual convention.
Not exact matches
Maybe it's just a mental thing... which reminds me of the
elderly man I saw last week wandering down the street
wearing a white helmet, oversized parka, big boots and boxers.
► An
elderly woman
wearing a long gown and hair curlers answers her trailer door in the middle of a foggy night as she hears a loud knock; no one is there and she turns to see a shadowed figure in a corner; the scene cuts to a masked woman lying down beside an
elderly man who is under covers up to his chin in a bed.
An
elderly man is given a physical exam by a doctor, we see the
man's bare chest, back and buttocks and the doctor tells him to cough several times (the doctor sits behind him
wearing a rubber glove).
Guy Pearce makes an appearance, but is mysteriously cast as an
elderly man, which means we have to watch him
wearing a tonne of awful aging prosthetics.
An
elderly man steps into the frame
wearing only pants, eye goggles and boxing gloves covered in black paint.
Joan assessed the crowd, lighting upon the most interesting: young
men turning white T - shirts into art, pinching the material tight and rubber - banding each section until they looked like porcupines being dipped into huge steaming vats of colored dyes; the young woman with a bird's nest of purple hair sitting at a potter's wheel, slamming down hunks of clay, her hands moving nearly as fast as the wheel, cups, vases, plates, bowls, trays, appearing like magic; the
elderly man in a
worn blue linen suit, a jaunty straw boater on his head, a smeared palette tight in his hand, painting a mammoth canvas of people on a beach staring out at an ocean where a sailboat bobbed in the distance, though he himself was standing in a mowed field; the handsome young
man at an old - fashioned school desk, a manual typewriter in front of him, a stack of paper to the side.
While there are signs of poverty throughout her photographs — an
elderly woman
wearing paper bags on her feet, a toothless
man smiling at the camera — more striking is the sense of camaraderie among the residents, as seen in the photos of drum circles, kids wrestling with tire swings, groups of women sitting cross-legged on the lawn while singing and clapping their hands.