“The first time I saw him was at like 6:30 in the morning,” Joe told me over the phone from a swing on his back porch. “It was raining. Raining hard. And we’re just across from the water here at the end piece of this little stretch of road, but this wolf was sitting at the top of the hill in the middle of the road, right on the yellow line, just laying there in the rain like a king. It was fucking beautiful. That kind of stuff… having the time, slowing down a little bit, it does something for the soul that doesn’t translate in the city.”

- Joe Purdy

One day I would like to photograph Joe Purdy.  I believe his music and my photography would resonate well with each other.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 7th, 2009 at 8:11 pm and is filed under Music, Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.