Man wearing a sombrero.
Monterey, Ca.
The discarding of the season has hit my street. It’s a healthy reminder that life goes on, shit ends, and we’re only months away from warmer days.
I heard the boy’s dad say, “It feels like we’re in Paris or something.” He was right. I dropped a buck in the accordion player’s bag, stepped back, and looked around.
The boy was transfixed for about 90 seconds. I couldn’t tell if we was more interested in the music, the motions of the accordion, or the ragged and young guy standing partly in the rain. I think we both wondered if he was as happy as he looked playing that accordion.
I know it sure made the touristy market feel a few musical notes warmer.
Everyone was watching fish flying through the market, but not this guy. He was overlooking the waters of Seattle while a steady drizzle splat on the tiles beneath him. I hurried over to the entrance of this balcony and took a couple of frames. The man was transfixed by the slow moving cruise ship. He soon left and I found myself taking his place.
Seattle, WA: 2011.