Ravages of time, gravity, soft skin in layers fold and fall. I have noticed a lot of wrinkles on people and amazed at how we are all so different yet so alike. We all get wrinkly as we get old a fact of life. A few people I have noticed however have very puffy fully pouched pockets and folds of skin under their eyes and on their cheeks. wrinkled, lined faces hold so much information, history, a life. I wonder what this portraiture conjures, now thats something for me to go and further reflect on, I can sense a story waiting to be told. Lets call this lady, yes lady, lets call her Miss Ochrist. And once upon a time?