The Beat is Gone

For years, we have infrequently heard the playing of drums from a garage off the alley behind our apartment building. I’m a fan, who enjoyed listening to the practice. Has that era come to an end? I ask, because of an awfully nice-looking set of shells stacked behind the aforementioned garage—sans skins—as if being discarded. I know nothing about the percussion instrument. Does that look like a good kit to you?

I spotted the set during an impromptu walk today and used Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra to mark the moment. But returning home, and looking over the shots, I decided that black and white would be better. About a half-hour later, I returned with Leica Q2 Monochrom, from which comes the Featured Image. Vitals, aperture manually set: f/7, ISO 200, 1/5000 sec. 9:32 a.m. PST.

I am sometimes surprised by what people put out in the alleys for other folks to take. There are regular scavengers—one Hispanic husband-wife team so frequent we are on waving terms—who drive pickup trucks looking for, well, pickups.

The drum kit makes me wonder why? Does someone have a new set? Did parents or roommates tire of the banging and decide to put an end to it? Was there a bad breakup—romantic or roomie—that precipitated some raunchy retribution? I likely will never know.