You did a great job! The face doesn't match my dad's, but the mood of the picture (faded gray wood; well close to the house; and the landscape in the background landscape), invites the viewer into another life.

My dad died at 96 years old on Dec. 22 last year. This photo is similar to what the homestead in Colorado would have looked like during his early teens. (But they had no porch.) The Great Depression would have been in full force, and the dust-bowl edging closer to their county .

The US Army promised food and a chance at education, since the one-room school he attended went no further than 8th grade and there was no high school. After basic training, his unit was shipped off to Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. They seemed to think they needed antiaircraft gunners there--so he was there on Dec. 7, 1941. As it turned out, just finishing a weekend pass. He hurried back, arriving at what was left of his battery in time to fire a last shot or two.

I have a picture of him, in uniform, outside a troop train in somewhere between GA and CA, with the same look on his face this young man wears.

It's amazing how a photograph comes to life with colorization and pulls forth not only the story of the subject, but so many more....