March 17, 2016, 25 West 3rd
Today’s photo might have included a man who only wears a kilt once a year or maybe a woman with a shamrock painted on her cheek. Either would have been found in front of a bar in the Historic District. And either would have probably been a bit rowdy, hooting at me and raising a fist in the air in a good natured way as I made my daily photo.
But Tim saved me from all of that.
I had parked my car (a feat in itself this evening) and I was walking towards one of only one or two watering holes that was enjoying the late afternoon sunlight when I passed Tim enjoying that same sunlight while giving his mandolin an airing. The sounds from the mandolin, that glorious light, the shadows and those amazing colors made me stop for a photo.
And in that way Tim saved me from the bar scene on St. Patrick’s Day in the Historic District. I can’t thank him enough.
Full disclosure: I made a very similar of Tim on the same stoop playing a guitar a few years ago. But this light was just too luscious to pass by. (And I really did not want to get hooted at.)