Despite of the problems I've been having lately, I am feeling incredibly lucky right now. Why you may ask? Because I can ask myself this question and smile. How many people in this whole entire world can look out their window any weekend or holiday morning between 8:30 and 9:00 and see a man riding down the street on a unicycle with a backpack carrying juggling pins while juggling balls? As far as I know, only the people who live in my little corner of the world known as Wyoming, Ohio, and maybe some carnies and circus folk, can see this. I'm not kidding. I mean really, how could I make that up? Why would I make that up? There is nothing I gain from making up some juggling unicycler for the amusement of lying to you, dear reader.
Seeing this man makes me smile every time, no matter what I am thinking, no matter what is going on. If I didn't fear bothering him, I would lie in wait for him one morning, let him know what seeing him does for me, and insist he allow me to photograph him in the documentary photo journalism way that he deserves. As a man sticking to a routine that he loves and bringing joy to this one troubled woman.
