I was here to do a story on the "hermit" of Manana, next to Monhegan Island. It was winter, the reporter and I traveled by ferry and then small skiff by coast guard to get to Manana. He was a man who lived alone, but had sheep and a gander. He allowed me to photograph him, even he was shy, because, we came in winter! ( he said!) Many photographes during the summer month would just come on the island and chase his sheep around for pictures - so he was not too fond of photographers. During the interview I took this portrait. He was not well, when we were there, but he did not complain. A few month later, I heard from the coast guard officer, that he had died. But he always had treasured the photos which I had sent.