Beer Garden 🍻
Black satin, polished rubber and leather among the beer-garden tables. Cold pints, open collars and familiar company.
The dark-haired man is looking straight at his red-bearded mate, smiling with his eyes as much as his mouth. Beside him, the other man's laugh opens his whole face. Their black satin shirts pull smooth across solid chests, then soften into folds beneath the suspenders. I keep coming back to how easy they look together.
Then there's the man with the thick moustache and just a little grey at his temples. His shirt is buttoned, his tie broad, his gaze direct. The satin dips between his chest and the straight straps at either side; a narrow streak of daylight follows the fold. That small, closed-mouth smile holds its own beside all the laughter.




The red beard looks particularly good above a black rubber collar. His cheeks lift as he laughs, while the shirt stays close across his chest and upper arms. Beside the dark-bearded man, those matching rubber ties give them a formality their expressions don't share. Even in the shade, the rubber carries bright reflections across their shoulders.




A cap brim sits low over the leather man's eyes, one hand touching its edge. The grey in his beard draws attention back to his face. His heavy shirt has a firm collar and square pockets, with suspenders lying flat over it. I like that combination of a carefully put-together outfit and a smile that never quite becomes a grin.




