Street Woodstock

No sure where he parks his ship. Met him on the street, by chance. Keeping my eyes open. Never saw him again. Have just discovered the photo. Remember taking it, like it was the only photo I ever shot.

Author: duckshots

Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.

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