Ah, Uncle Dave ... the name makes me think of red wine, fine Scotch, camembert and staying up way too late. He only comes to Australia every couple of years, but there's much celebrating when he does.
Dave spent most of May here, flitting between three states to visit his sister (my mother-in-law), and his many nephews and their families.
His expression in the top photo is typical, and reminds me of laughing over tales from his diplomatic career or brainstorming completely inappropriate solutions to the world's most pressing problems.
The second image is less characteristic, but I love the poignancy, the slight wariness and the incredible depth in his eye.