Here we are again, and I come bearing photo gifts. We were at my mom's, and as always the light in there at sunset is just amazing so I couldn't let it go to waste. Thankfully, my kids are tolerant of me taking photos of them; if only my mom were so kind so I could take some nice portraits of her. The third photo, although grainy and severely blurry is my favorite. This man came up to us upon exiting a restaurant and asked if he could sing an Alan Jackson song in return for some spare change. After a 3 second ethical argument with myself, I decided to shoot a photo of him from the hip with my phone. His hands reminded me of my dad's hands, and even the shirt he was wearing was very similar to one my dad had...so I felt it was a special moment, even though his situation wasn't quite a happy one.
"'Cause it's midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind it's right, you'll hear his songs
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He's always singing there."
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