benny and i took pictures of geometrics and water ripples in the center of the city. urban beauty morphing with the natural. i waited atop a bridge while below he captured the tagging. and then behind me, a voice of content like the southern appeal of whistling. we talked and he sang me old john denver songs in a beautiful voice. such friendly eyes peered out hinting at what was within.
currently spinning: incubus: stellar (acoustic)