My Dad...at 21

I spent the better part of my day at Trails End Market last Saturday working
on a portrait of my dad from a photo taken about 1956. The small snap shot
is the one my mother carried with her the whole 2 years he spent in N. Africa 'dong his bit'
 for Britain. I really enjoy doing portraits from old photos; there is something
 rewarding about making those little tiny, sometimes damaged pictures into
a larger, clearer portrait.

( I've attached a copy of the reference photo here for, well, for reference :)