If one’s neighbours are incredibly near, or alternatively are really not at all keen on noise, then for those after some sax on a Sunday morning, a secluded spot down by the river is a passable, if not exactly perfect, solution.
And as such, the sound of one particular fella’s surprisingly unselfconscious solo performance can be heard here:
But despite his apparent pleasure,
as far as inspiration goes, the surrounding features are far from stirring.
Let alone stimulating.
phossil says
He was feeling the atmosphere groove.
Jerome says
Awesome… I wish I was there.
(Sapporo)
mikesblender says
Actually Lee, the setting looks awesome, has a melancholy beauty about it somehow that would seem to suit a saxaphone. Or maybe your photos just made it look that way?
Lee says
No, melancholy is the perfect description Mike. It was a cold and grey Sunday when I took the photos — hence the muted colours — and it was only the soft tones of his saxophone that alerted me of his presence. The sound of which, like you say, was a perfect match for the surroundings.