Florence, Italy
One of my favorite stories. The look on his face reveals I had forgotten to tip him for his musical artistry. Months later my daughter visited the same spot and  took her own photo in which he revealed the same expression: she also had not rewarded his playing. Months later, imagine my surprise when by chance he and I crossed paths in Boston’s North End. He still wasn’t smiling and I felt less guilty as it occurred to me that it could  simply be part of his routine. Some day hopefully we’ll meet again and I’ll have a chance to be more generous.

The Print: 12 x 18 image on an archival cotton rag.