By Any Means News

With family in town this weekend I finally had an opportunity to breath and decided to add a new column to the blog. “Moments of Clarity”. These are moments in the life of a By Any Means repper that stuck out in some capacity or were thought provoking and could be captured in one image. I wanted to start this because we are fortunate enough to live such an unrealistic lifestyle and we want our supporters to live vicariously through us until we can bring everyone along. These moments can be anything from a behind the scenes pic at a video shoot to something a little unorthodox as our first feature “Henry”. Hope you enjoy the new column and if you have any “Moments of Clarity” please send them to info@byanymeansonline.com and we just might feature yours.

- The Wolf

Photo by: Aristotle

I’ve lived on my block in BK for about 3 years now which honestly has some of the most eclectic group of neighbors I have ever had…in a good way.  When we first moved in I would see this older gentleman about once every two to three months, he would just sit on his porch and listen to his radio (mostly Yankee games) as if he had not a care in the world. There was just something about him that intrigued me though, maybe it was the older swag that just doesn’t seem to exist in our generation anymore, maybe his lawn which hadn’t been mowed in decades, or the fact that his fencing had no opening. It was such a photo to me…as if someone spent thousands on art direction and location scouting, and with my newly obtained Canon Mark IV 1D it was my mission to obtain this image. As I started seeing him more often I would try my best to exchange forms of pleasantries to set up a shoot, the nod, salute and the always infamous “Hi” didn’t work. After almost a year of being rejected the older gentleman finally returned the nod..I knew this was my time to strike up conversation. He introduced himself as “Henry” and it was full steam from then on, about 20 minutes into the conversation I finally figured out what was so intriguing about the man that lived across the street. He was suffering from Agoraphobia and hasn’t gone further than his porch in over 18 years! It was all making sense now, the stand offish attitude, his impeccable vintage attire, but more importantly his fencing with no opening. Days later, I came by with my camera and after a slight “ehhhhh” he obliged my request to a photo. I bring to you….”HENRY”.