PEOPLE I MEET ALONG THE WAY

I've decided to start a photo journal of the people I meet as I walk my own path through life. My object is simply to record a brief moment in these stranger's lives. Usually our meeting is a chance encounter during the course of a day. I've found that each person enjoyed the opportunity to share something of their life - a moment; a feeling; a story.

Alex Haley said that "The death of each man is like the burning of a library." When I watch the people who pass by each day I wonder about their lives. What stories do they hold... and what stories do they want others to know.

Everyone has stories to tell. We only need to be patient and listen. Each of these people has enriched my life in some small way just because they took the time to share their time with me. People are a wonder.

These are just a few stories of people whom I've crossed paths with - People I've met along the way.

Tavit

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Friday, December 24, 2010

This is Mike.
I met Mike when I noticed his van in a parking lot. 

On the Van door it read:  “Guitar Hospital.” 
That was enough to pique my interest. 

Mike invited me into his workshop, which was tucked into a back room of a local gift shop in Delray Beach.  On the wall were various vintage guitars in various states of repair.   “I started working for Gibson guitars in 1972,” he said.  Mike went on to say that he had played in a band in college, but now repaired and restored guitars.

Mike’s face lit up when he talked about his career choice, but he said that “I get these young kids who come to me and ask me to teach them the business, but they want to learn it all in a few weeks.  I apprenticed for eight years!” 

When I asked to take his picture he said “sure, but let me grab something and look busy.”  What you can’t see in this picture is that Mike had more than enough worked waiting to be repaired – stacks upon stacks of guitars waiting for someone to bring them back to life – someone who was willing to spend eight years learning their trade.