The Dock of a River

I met this man on the docks of a river.  He was indigenous, but had left his community in search of work and adventure.  I was waiting for a boat that was scheduled to head to the coast and then up another river to an even more remote area of Guyana.  We spent the afternoon strolling the banks of the river together and chatting in English.  While I kept expecting him to ask for money or gifts, he never did.  But in the end, giving no explanation as to purpose, he did ask me for one thing: to take his photograph.  Here it is.