Short Stories. Photos and pictures. Poems even.

two music men


1. The Whistler.

We, that is the Hubby, my sister and I were at the airport waiting to board the flight to San Francisco. Sunny morning, sweet music in the air. Hey, but there is no music at airports nowadays. Where did it come from? I looked around, sharpened my hearing, and found the source. The window washer was whistling! Beautifully. I had to go and see his face. I told him the melody was beautiful, how he enhanced the mood in the waiting area. Some thumbs went up from other fellow travelers. He was happy to hear that, and smilingly continued whistling the “Lara’s theme” from Dr. Zivago.

2. Rob the Musician.

In the tube to the aircraft, a young man was standing in front of us. Carrying the most worn out music case. I love old and I love patina. That would photograph so beautifully. But how ? Would I dare to ask? I DID. “Excuse me but I have been admiring your instrument case. It must be old.” “It is, it is from 1929.” “Could I possible get a chance to take a picture or two of it? ” “Sure, of course, ” he said, most likely wondering what kind of weirdo I am. Luckily my company gave me some presence to show that I’m just a curious old lady. I did mention I belong to a photo group in Finland where we challenge each other with contests of certain topics. This week it was “Soiva ääni ” or musical sound. A photo that would pervade the thought of sound thru the picture. This would be a great reply! So we agreed, we’ll find  some time to take a picture. During the flight we all snoozed off time to time, the space was tight, the flight was full. I slipped my new business card to him. It says “Photography “.  A little pompous, but it is what I do nowadays. With joy.

He sat right in front of us and while exiting the plane we agreed to take the pictures in the arrival lounge. He was so gracious and pleasant about it. “Where do you want to me put it? ” The sun was sifting bright thru the big windows, the bench was good. “Do you want me to move something? Should I take this off?” “No, no just let it be the way it is, it looks good.” I very seldom clean anything, it is what it is and looks good to me à la naturelle. That’s why it got my attention on the first place. The sax was beautifully engraved and it rested on the purple velvet. Inside was his business card and a sepia photo of someone. It did look familiar, like young Leonard Bernstein, but I did not ask. I wanted to tell him about my husbands close relative, William Schuman, friend of Bernstein’s,  but I did not. We introduced our selves, his name was Rob. He was waiting for his friend to arrive and had an hour to spend. He is from Brooklyn. No, he does not play in s band but jams with friends. The way he handled the instrument, I could tell he loved that sax and its patina and history, 1929 was a long time ago! I wish I had more time, but my companions were getting restless so we said good-bye. I promised to send all the pictures to him, which I did. Thank you, Rob!

By the way this picture got the third prize in the contest.

6 thoughts on “two music men

  1. Excellent piece and photo! Congratulations for the third place!

  2. sait tällä kuvalla minulta täydet pojot!

  3. Ritva, tuhannet kiitokset, ronskilla kädellä annoit!Hieman harmitti jälkikäteen, etten ottanut instrumenttia kokonaisena, mutta tilanne oli mikä oli.

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