Loose Leaf Notes

He was thirsty, so we climbed the long winding stairway to the birds-eye view top of the Black Water Loft. I lifted him up to the bar, where he sat like a little man while the barista blended his fruit smoothie, apple and banana, peaches and berries.

Whenever I’m at the Loft I feel compelled to pick up my camera, to capture every beatnik’s corner, every inviting comfy couch, bohemian throw pillow and displayed work of art.

Sun filled honey and homey, the Loft is the epitome of coffee house hip that makes me want to break out in verse, sip tea or play Scrabble.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if I had a friend to sit with me here,” he said from the small children’s table?  I’m thinking, what a fortuitous convergence, two of my favorite photographic subjects, him and the loft.

Some come for the lattes and scones. I like the atmosphere, the post-it poetry, the view and the people I run into.

“Your town is small. I live in a big town,” he later said.  “Yes, I live in the country and you live in the city,” I answered, as we walked hand-in-hand like two tourists enjoying downtown.

~ Read more about the Black Water Loft HERE.