Perception is nine tenths of the law. That’s what they say isn’t it?
I don’t know, maybe it’s possession. But what have poltergeists got to do with the legal system? Nothing, that’s what. Except for that episode of Rentaghost where Claypole gets arrested for it. “It was only a roach your honour!” Or did I dream it?
My brief encounter with this modern day minstrel left me feeling equally enriched and depressed. I saw shadows of a man who I’d never met who was apparently my father, and also by extension a little of myself standing there. Bashing out some unrecognisable tune on his 6-5-4-3-2-1 string guitar, largely oblivious to passers-by but very much part of the cultural fabric of Kings Lynn.
His face sprang to life slightly, briefly, as I dropped a few coins into his hat. Scant reward for stealing his soul I know. I’m always hesitant to snap photos like this. Most photographers I know don’t have this problem. This is the difference between a street photographer and the rest of us I guess.
Strum on urban minstrel, I for one am listening.