This gentleman was strumming away when we visited Old Québec City in May of 2005. He looked so at home in the middle of the tourists – but seemed very separate from them. It was more than his music. It was him. He seemed to be from nowhere and everywhere.
I don’t have much of a logical rationalization for this one. I just had a feeling when I looked at this gentleman that he was an anomaly. He was different from everyone that was walking around him as he played alone in a crowd; and yet, it seems that there are pieces of us all in his silent concentration – in his vast expanse of hair and his careful hands.
f/4 1/60 sec 300mm
