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He wasn't quite the Piper at the Gates of Dawn, but this trumpeter was off in his own solitary world late at night on the grounds of Seattle Center, playing a steady stream of wonderful tones to the blue bins in front of him. I imagine when you live in a Belltown condo and get the urge to play your horn in the night, this is one place you might resort to undisturbed (except for the odd photographer or two ;^) ).
1 comment:
This is cool. It gives me a sense of melancholy as well as adventure. The melancholy from him sitting alone, serenading the night. The adventure from your presence in the night, invisible to him it seems.
Neat.
Thanks,
Wayne
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