A few days back in Florence, Italy, I heard beautiful notes wafting in the air. There seemed to be no musician in the vicinity.
Walking along, I came upon a nook in the wall celebrating “the end” with graffiti. An immaculately dressed gentleman sat there playing the violin. At ease with himself and his surroundings, he continued playing as we exchanged smiles. As the music played, I asked for his permission and photographed him at peace surrounded by the chaotic graffiti.
After photographing the Carnaval Junior King and Queen contest in San Francisco, I was shooting an impromptu drum circle outside the venue. I noticed a hispanic musician with a pan flute and guitar watching the proceedings with interest from the other side of the road. The colorful graffiti mural at the back and the musician appeared a very appealing subject for a street portrait.
I lifted my camera, smiled and waved to him gesturing if I could take a picture. He smiled back and nodded and posed as I clicked a picture. Scanning both sides for oncoming traffic, I crossed the road to compose tighter and then clicked a couple of pictures. I wanted to ask his name and address so I could send him his picture but he spoke no English and I spoke ‘poquito’ Spanish. We spoke by gestures; I would show him what I wanted and he followed my gestures.
After shooting some colorful street portraits while he played some flute and guitar for me and my camera, I handed him one of my cards hoping he would email me but he didn’t. At times like these, I feel I should learn more of Spanish; even though a smile always conveys happiness and one’s good intentions. If you know this musician, let me know ‘cos his portrait certainly made my day.