HE'S LOOKING AT ME directly cause he's stuck there in the mirror frame. The dresser mirror frame. He's got light brown hair that falls just to his shoulders and a trimmed beard of the same color. The hair is parted in the middle. You can see only one earlobe. I guess that's okay. His eyes are beautiful, albeit one seems to be lower than the other, or the other one is higher. They, too, are light in color, but you can't tell if they're green or blue. Maybe they're the famous hazel some talk about. His skin, unsurprisingly, is nearly as white as mine, although he was not of my ethnic group. (Oh, how we love our white Jesuses!) Back to the eyes. They really do seem to penetrate you. Maybe they are judgmental. But maybe not. They certainly aren't negative or hostile eyes. Far from it. Gorgeous neck, neither too thick nor too thin. And a nice collar bone to boot. I always leave him there, however--the photo, that is, but it isn't of my doing. I don't like photos of the Saviour cause they're not true -to-life. Quite false when you actually think about it. We may as well have photos/portraits of God if we're going to have them of Jesus Christ cause no one here on earth knows how either looked or looks. But, it seems this one is the "official" sacred heart photo of the Saviour, ubiquitous photo in these parts cause we're in the country of the Sacred Heart. The Sacred Heart of Jesus. About His heart, of course, I have no beef.