I fell in love with this man and his posture.  Even sitting, his shapes and angles were so mesmerizing – I found myself staring at him and then snapping shots on my ipad.

I loved him even more when he retrieved his items from the dryer and they were button down shirts. I watched as after placing them on hangers, he smoothed them with his balletic hands.

I thought – ‘I’ve found laundromat gold’ (which, ironically, occurred in the dryer too – a small gold pencil that did not come from any of my items.)

Anyway – each photo may appear similar, but the minute differences in some are just so elegant I could not leave any out.  Only editing was switching from color to black and white.

A song came to mind by 10,000 maniacs – one of my favorites.

“The man in 119 takes his tea all alone
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries
I’m hearing opera through the door
The souls of men and women, impassioned all
Their voices climb and fall, battle trumpets call
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing

He will not touch their pastry
But every day they bring him more
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
And then go, eat them on the shore…”

Please enjoy my graceful hypnotic ‘man in 119’.