I met Carmine today, but the process actually started a week ago. Let me explain:
I had stood in front of this church last weekend debating whether I should enter, but decided against it for fear of intruding or being denied the opportunity to photograph. I just didn’t want to be rejected. When I returned home I looked up St. Andrew’s and saw how lovely it was inside, so of course regretted my decision.
Today I found myself there again, and this time I noticed a sign by the front steps advertising a free concert. Well that gave me all the reason (and courage) I needed to enter.
I was happy I did. When I stepped inside, I saw this tranquil scene of a man playing acoustic guitar, alone, at the front of the church. He was preparing for his concert. The sound was simply beautiful. Without really thinking, I walked down the main aisle toward him, closing the distance between us. I got within a few steps before he stopped playing; he looked up, quizzically, at which point I awkwardly said “Hi, I would like to take your portrait, would it be okay?”.
He said yes, and the result is what you see. Thanks Carmine.
—Peter.





The charm of life’s little moments. It takes a scene, a bit of reality, but it takes an observer to invest attention. Excellent.
I see what you did there, Jose! Life’s Little Moments indeed. And a little courage I’ve been lacking recently. Thank you dear friend.
Indeed, my friend. It helps to watch stars and nebulae on a regular basis. A warm hug.