September Fountain Splash
Linus Gelber
Right after high school I spent a summer or so hanging out in Washington Square Park in the Village. Given the technology of the time, most of the music was acoustic. I was a big fan of Singer, whose real name I never heard, and of Raven a.k.a. Chuck, who still turns up around town with one horn or another and seems not to have aged more than a few months since then. He was a natty dresser at the time, and still is.
Today there's a five piece rock band crashing away in conflict with an odd face-painted diva wearing a huge fur hat and coat who is singing random a cappella arias interspersed with momentary stream of consciousness monologs - songologs? - could be. A lurching junkie plays in the fountain water, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet and taking catnaps here and there. He keeps starting to put on his shoes, but the socks confuse him, and he ends up asleep or loses interest each time. A beautiful boy and a beautiful girl shriek and tug each other near the fountain jets, not quite old enough perhaps to fall into each other's arms.
It's been summer-hot these last few days, but we're sprinting toward autumn.
This picture is part of the ongoing Thursday Walk series of the Utata photo tribe - I don't do the Thursday Walks as much as I used to, but it's always fun to join in now and then. (My Thursdays sometimes happen on Fridays. It's how I roll.) See more on the Utata project page. For a selection of my personal Thursdays, check my Thursday Walk set here on Flickr.
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