Walking around Bryan’s new neighborhood in Denver, I came across Roy and Twila sitting on their front porch. The afternoon wind was whipping around, cooling down the muggy air a bit, as rain clouds hovered above but never released. Roy, in a dirty wife beater, sat in the corner – ivy framing him on the porch. Twila, a small, elderly lady who liked to talk, sat swinging on the porch swing, with her walker resting in front of her. I stopped and talked with them. Twila bought the house 43 years ago with the money she earned working at a rubber factory for 30 of those years. I took their picture, and left before realizing my lens was on manual focus. So – these shots aren’t perfectly in focus, but I still liked them, kind of.