Franklin Street, a dying breed of quintessential small town main streets. The businesses dating back to the early 1900s, with redbricks that aren't facades... Now with the emergence of chain business such as Starbucks and Walgreens, the threat is more imminent, of this rustic town blossoming into a center for Suits. Ron represents East Franklin St., easy going, laid back... care free. He is a professional, licensed 'pan handler', collecting small change for hours entertainment. I stayed with Ron and his pals for at least an hour, as he serenaded the passers-by, and occasionally puffing a cigarette.
I snapped a few rounds, with one SB-800 speedlight set up to the left, using my Nikon D300 and CLS, and toggled between a Sigma 70 - 200mm f/2.8 and a Sigma 24 - 700mm f/2.8 then packed up and bade him goodbye. As I walked down the streets the wind picked up a bit, it was chilly. I pulled the zipper up on my sweater to my neck. I could still hear Ron in the background, strumming his guitar, singing his lullaby to East Franklin Street...
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