When I was a kid there was this old grocery store, very small, run down. there were about three local men that would meet daily and sit and chat. Every once in awhile on a hot summer day, they would bring out a guitar and kind of hum and play music. they loved me. No idea why...proabbly because I would sit and listen to them and smile and close my eyes. haha. I'll never forget it. Memories of hot summer days with the 'old guys.'
Elderly black man playing a guitar busking on a street corner in a rough colored charcoal sketch by Andrea Lie :: Jacek Szynkarczuk :: Jeremy Mann :: Agnes Cecile