Street Photography
The Street Drummer
Drumming: An Instrument of Love
I pick up my drum.
There's a deep awed silence - a revered stillness -in the moments of anticipating what that first stroketo my drum will create for a sound vibration andwhat that will do to my soul.
I let go and make contact falling in love againwith the vibrations, which are not only heard clearly,but felt deeply in my heart and body.
Before long, the sounds create within me someearth-based erotic impulse to move.compelled to move, I follow this urge, and very quicklymy movement turns to dance.
Partial Words from Dawn Anderson's Poem - 2007 Read More