I saw family yesterday, and while I did not take a single photo, I saw something inspiring — the face of the human experience. As a photographer, I see faces all the time. I see rough beards of long-jaded allies, cheeks of soft silk that have never seen the tougher sides of the world. However, what I do not see that often is the face of passion. I went into photography to capture the soul behind the face. To see that soul you need to have a grasp on your image, even if that is behind your face. You need to be as close to people as you can without entering their space. You need to have tough and quiet conversations even between your speech. This may sound like love. It is the essence of seeing people’s hearts instead of just their bodies. It is how you see the face of the portrait.