The quality of many of these photos, which I took back when I first got my camera in 2007 and went amateur photography-crazy, is not great (sucks). But a few aren't bad.
What saves them, and what even elevates some to the realm of wonderful (in my humble and smitten opinion) is the subject himself.
When I looked again at Jack in these photos, especially the ones that show his face up close, all I could think was: So easy to love. So many things to love about this man.
What a beautiful face he has. I try to capture his expressions when he is working, because he is so absorbed in his work he doesn't even know I am there. He is oblivious. Lost (in the best way). Focused, meticulous, dedicated. Quietly masterful.
I look at that face and feel, yes: the whole shebang.