It was March 2003 and the world wide Anti-War Protests were in full effect. At the time the protests began I was in San Francisco for a chill weekend. Little did I know I was about to have a photo adventure that would shape how I create photography for years to come.
While capturing some amazing images of Guerrilla Theater I began to hear some street saxophone jams off in the distance. Like a rat in a maze I began to seek out the music that called to me. After what seemed forever I found him. There against an orange wall was this man playing his heart out. I listened for a few minutes, tipped him a twenty and asked if I could take some snaps. He was cool with it, I snapped and moved on.