To Which We Should All Say...

Photography, part two: Boathook!.

Not that this thing is actually technically called a boathook, and I definitely don't want to suggest that there is even such a thing as a boathook, but man, if it isn't just a fun thing to say. If no one is around, try yelling it: boathook! Fun, no?

Stormy last night. Like tornado sirens and everything. I was working on an email when it started going off, and was saving my work constantly as I watched the lights flicker a couple of times (thankfully, neither they, nor my home computer, suffered any sort of full shutdown, so no harm done, I suppose).

Before the storm, there was some guy across the street, playing a tenor sax on his front porch. More specifically, he was playing "All Blues," by Miles Davis (off this album). Not that he was really great or anything, but it made me realize how long it had been since I'd heard someone playing music on the street. You know how street music has that special sound? Like rich and hollow at the same time; faraway, yet very intimate? When I was staying in New York, I was used to hearing it all the time, to the point that I think I started to get annoyed with it, unless the musician was really doing something extraordinary. Which did happen quite often. But now I've realized how special that environment is.

Luckily, I'll be visiting New York next month.