The Stories Behind the Pictures

Our reflections artistically captured

Many thanks to my mum for coming along to Launceston with me last Friday, and despite the cold and rain capturing a few unusual shots of me playing. 

It is wonderful to be able to share these photos with others.

Showing a bit of leg

A beautiful young family

The joy of having friendly people come up and express their enjoyment of my music, is always heart warming, particularly coming from such a wonderful young family. I believe I will be seeing more of them, as it turns out they have also met my father and alpaca in a handful of different towns on several occasions! I hope the phrase "it's a small world" is indeed true.

Striding past

When I am playing in the street, pretty much all I see of people is from the waist down. Which is why I am fond of this picture, as it captures the impression that I myself glimpse while playing.

Sometimes I try to imagine and match faces to the shoes I see, or wink at the little child who is clear enough in my line of sight to make eye contact with. Eye contact you may think, is nothing special. Yet on the street it is almost a rarity, most people seem uneasy about eye contact while making a donation, yet children have no such inhibitions and often continue to stare a me as they go past. Which has resulted in many a collision with oncoming pedestrians, and on occasion power poles. 

A fellow busker

A fellow street performer doing it tough in the rain, due to the council taking both our bookings for the only sheltered designated performance area. 

He opted to play in the rain as the wet would effect his instrument less.

It is a wonderful, and some what camaraderie attitude most buskers have towards one another. 

In my experience, always showing interest and nilly always donating to each other. 

Sometimes going so far as to give tips on the best locations, or warnings about some of the regular passer byes and trouble makers, or unfriendly shop owners.

This goes for other street performers I have met over seas, and in countries where we've shared not a single word.