time-lapse scene-ography

In walking Flagstaff, I catch glimpses over the months and years of the ongoing life at certain dwellings - kind of a time-lapse scene-ography. This cool sleety morning (I had my jacket hood up for protection) I walked by the yard of a man I've seen outside before exercising and punching a bag. Think of the younger Charles Bronson. He was standing there this morning with his back to me stripped to the waist with a sweat jacket tied around his middle and drinking a cup of something (hot tea?). He never acknowledges my presence nor do I slow my pace.