He was on a bicycle
on the Venice Boardwalk
on August 9th, the sun
in the heart of Leo,
on this, the anniversary
of the bombing of Nagasaki
and the resignation of Richard Nixon
and the murder of Sharon Tate
by the Manson gang.
I liked his necklace of flowers and
his celebratory vibe. I asked him if
I could take his photo, and he cheerfully
consented. We spoke, and I heard his
British accent. Told me he was born
and raised in the UK - but has lived in
Venice for five years. "I love it here," he
said with a brilliant smile. "Though it's
getting a little hot..." Living as I do inland -
where it's about 20 degrees hotter than
here at the beach, with the cooling winds
singing in off the Pacific - I shared not his
opinion about the heat. Felt damn good to me.
"I think I might need a dip in the ocean," he said.
I agreed that it didn't sound like a bad idea.
"If you put that picture on the internet," he said,
somehow gazing directly into my secret mind,
"make sure you say I'm DJ Harvey. I'm a music
man." I promised I would.
This is, by the by, one of the only photos
i've ever posted that I didn't crop. I was about to-
and then realized no crop was necessary - as I like
the frame of people walking and skating on the
old boardwalk and the palm tree and on the other
side the t-shirts of a young Johnny Cash and