High Lonesome Sound (Saturday Evening on the Square)
I was returning home from shooting a couple of locations in downtown Dallas on Saturday evening when I took a last minute detour to catch some photos of an old 1940's theater in Garland's old downtown square. As I shot the theater from various angles, I heard distinctly behind me a banjo being plucked. A quick investigation unearthed four older gentleman striking up some bluegrass with a crowd of three soaking in the sounds.
After a few minutes of listening to these guys, I looked up and saw setting up diagonally across the square was another makeshift bluegrass band and singers. Moments later, yet another group assembled at the square's opposite corner. The pied piper of bluegrass sang and the people followed...and more...and even more. It wasn't long before the band in front of me grew larger as other musicians walked up, took out their specialty (guitars, bass, fiddle, etc.), and joined in the merrymaking. Musicians of all ages were immediately accepted and held their own as the band danced through tune after tune of the music's most forlorn.
I dig this type of scene...the simple, bygone days of Americana...of a Saturday evening gathered with family and friends on the town square.
Bluegrass is wonderful music. I'm glad I originated it. - Bill Monroe
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Camera Model: NIKON D300 | Aperture: f 5.6 | Exposure: 1/400 sec | Focal Length: 135 mm | ISO: 200 | Flash: Not Fired
I was returning home from shooting a couple of locations in downtown Dallas on Saturday evening when I took a last minute detour to catch some photos of an old 1940's theater in Garland's old downtown square. As I shot the theater from various angles, I heard distinctly behind me a banjo being plucked. A quick investigation unearthed four older gentleman striking up some bluegrass with a crowd of three soaking in the sounds.
After a few minutes of listening to these guys, I looked up and saw setting up diagonally across the square was another makeshift bluegrass band and singers. Moments later, yet another group assembled at the square's opposite corner. The pied piper of bluegrass sang and the people followed...and more...and even more. It wasn't long before the band in front of me grew larger as other musicians walked up, took out their specialty (guitars, bass, fiddle, etc.), and joined in the merrymaking. Musicians of all ages were immediately accepted and held their own as the band danced through tune after tune of the music's most forlorn.
I dig this type of scene...the simple, bygone days of Americana...of a Saturday evening gathered with family and friends on the town square.
Bluegrass is wonderful music. I'm glad I originated it. - Bill Monroe
Camera Model: NIKON D300 | Aperture: f 5.6 | Exposure: 1/400 sec | Focal Length: 135 mm | ISO: 200 | Flash: Not Fired
Navin Harish @ 2008-05-12 03:47:06