Busking for dollars has to be a paradox of difficulty; you get to do what you love, but you also get to see almost everyone ignore you. Take for example, a really good Country-Western singer-songwriter operating out of San Francisco named Dean Harlem. Can you even spot him in the first photo?
Lower left corner, in front of the food truck. As you can see, not many people paying attention. He’s good enough that I’ve parted with quite a few Washingtons, plus one Hamilton for his CD Baptism Road, but most of the time it seems as if he plays for no one but himself:
I had to convert to B&W; as you can see from the shadows, the sun was directly in the line of fire (so to speak), and messed with the color shot. Most of the time, buskers seem to play for no one but themselves, but I did espy another gentleman who appreciated Mr. Harlem’s hard work.
Even one dollar can make it all worthwhile.
Vonn Scott Bair