Trombone in a Field

A few weeks ago, early in the morning, we heard a horn playing the scales: do, re, mi, fa..... and then down do, ti, la.....and so on, over and over agian.  It was obvious the person had never used a horn before and it was truthfully awful!  He played the scale over and over, up and down, missing several notes each time and it echoed over the entire jungle area where we live.  This went on every morning for many days. Soon the player began attempting a musical phrase or just a measure of notes.

One morning while we were on our walk, we finally spotted the "musician".  In the middle of a field, on a little hill behind our apartment, stood a young man, all by himself, standing on some boards, next to a dirt pile.  He was loudly playing his trombone--no  music, no stand, no chair--just the man and his horn, playing for all the world to hear.

Even though he is still very rusty, he is finally playing short phrases over and over and over again.  His name is Benjamin and he plays (or attempts to play) early in the morning and again just at dusk.  We really don't mind.  It finally shows that someone is actually committed to something!