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.
Noah left San Francisco clean cut and shaven, but I think I prefer this look.
Noah: Ferry Building: SF, Ca.
life:
The days when we relied on newspapers to deliver us the news (long before Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc..) — When Newspapers Mattered
(via jessbennett)