Troll playland

These pictures were taken viewing down into the defunct subway bed in Rochester, NY. Broad Street, to be exact. The grafitti within is breathtaking. Ok, aside from being illegal, which I think is an ironic crime because it is too pretty to be illegal. Tagging all of the walls on a street and every lightpost as you drive down an avenue is stupid but this? This is divine inspiration, artwork, someone's soul speaking from a can of paint. Their fingers stained with little thoughts and inspiration...

Java jammin

I don't know about you, but there is nothing like an impromptu jam session to get the photographer in me all shutter-finger twitchy. I could hear the cardboard "drums" from a few doors down. I had to investigate.
Here are some more to enjoy:

I didn't think that this piano had anything left. I guess in the hands of a master, well...

This is Frank DeBlase, a Rochesterian who writes and photographs. He used to be in a band called the Flattops or something like that. His photography is pretty provocative but beautiful. He writes for the City Newspaper.  A friend says that he can't play professionally anymore because he has Parkinson's disease.

Ever watch the Record Archives commercials with the record that dances and the guy is superimposed with the dancing record? Well....that's the guy, Richard Storms, top left.

Catch that percussion? wump, wump, wump!

On the right is George Diaz Muniz, classical and Spanish guitarist. You will regularly see him outside of this shop at the market. His buddy, on the left, wanted to charge me 100 dollars to take his photo. I did put a dollar in the tip jar!  Sorry, fresh out of dollahs!