We didn't notice him right away. It was the white cup that first got our attention. We were walking along the other side of the street when this thing on a string caught the sun and then our eye. "Is that a bird feeder?" I asked my wife. "It's hanging kind of low, isn't it?" she responded.
We walked closer and heard the music at the same time. Looking in that direction and seeing no one, we were puzzled. Then it dawned on us, "There's a guitar player in that tree and that's his tip cup."
We smiled and continued our window shopping. His exceptionally different approach won me over, and before we headed back to the car, I had to cross the street and see for myself.
"Hello, there!" I called. He was way up there, sitting on a branch like he'd been there many times before. It seemed too intrusive to take his picture, so we just listened for a bit.
There's a man in a tree in Black Mountain, North Carolina. He has my admiration and two more bucks.
Seize the Play!