Early morning in the gray mist of Lima Peru I was having my first coffee and wondering if the strength wold ruin the day. In the silence I heard singing strings echoing down the weathered concrete walls. Pushing the coffee aside I found the blind fiddler with his child sleeping against his side. I didn't know her was blind until I moved in quietly and paid attention to the empty plastic container between his legs. In the rush of seeing this dedicated man playing for his living in my view finder I shook. I silently shot two frames and placed a ten dollar bill in his cup and slipped off into the mist and gave him blessing as I left. I never went back to my coffee. I wanted to taste life and fill my lungs with air from the Andes