Phone call from she who must be obeyed this morning. She is on the way to work and wants to know if I am interested in photographing a homeless man. Naturally, I need to know more; she is happy to oblige.
“He is at the junction of Theppasit and Theppraya every morning. He has his belongings in plastic bags. Lots of plastic bags. Like if we have had a big shop at Carrefour. And each is tied tight at the top. He has a plastic water bottle which he pretends to play like a musical instrument in the middle of the road. Then he jumps around and dances a lot”.
pause.
“I think he’s Italian”.
My wife is extremely perceptive. Although I would have guessed French.
Comments 🔗
2009-07-10| Billy saysIt’s not Jock is it???
2009-07-10| Spike saysNo sign of a rampant sporran.