Another portrait started of the man on the left in this old family photo. The man on the right is my great-grandfather Camp, my father's mother's father. I'm not sure who the man on the left is, or how he is related to me, but he looks very familiar. I think he might be my great uncle. Whoever he is, I have spent the afternoon camped out on my porch staring at his grainy digital image trying to resurrect him with charcoal. chalk, and acrylic paint. Sounds a little freaky. It felt a little freaky. But good. Better than digging up his remains and parading them through the streets. Maybe it's the same thing.