It's a beautiful frame, with all the things in good places and lovely textures and things to look at. Ambiguity, sure. All is as the previous commenters say.
I feel, though, as if I ought to be getting more from it. I study the man's face and hunt for my reaction, and come up with only a very thin sensation of sadness. It's not something to be "fixed" in the picture, and it's probably just me. This is one of these where I can feel the photo working in my mind and trying, but it's not quite moving me.
Stieglitz' "Equivalent" photographs have the same property for me, so you're in good company