september 7, 2007
"take my picture" at coney island
walking down the boardwalk, i heard a man singing short catches of a sweet song. intrigued, i slowed down and as he passed, i looked at him. catching my eye, he stopped and asked me to take his photo. then, in a strange language he sang to me of love and longing. purple hued and sand-washed, with a heart that was guarded like a temple, he opened himself for that fraction of a minute and his song washed over me like the waves in the distance.