This summer I saw Paul McCartney perform at Fenway Park in Boston. The sound waves from Paul’s bass guitar and I were one. Yesterday as I was strolling with my old Pentax, I saw a tour bus and gear vans on the side of the Providence Performing Arts Center. I stood near a side entry door, and the bang of Ringo’s drums and the sound of his voice were there with me, in the exact same place. The picture is entirely unrelated, but I took it on the way home.
Well that’s life. Being one with the moment and the past. Thanks for your words. And then the future. Thanks for the image. Maybe you’ll have the music the next time you are by Warren’s still water.