Somewhere, in Berkeley, Musashi moves, flitting like shadow through the skeptic crowds, sunlight flashing off Samurai soul.

The Sole Proprietor waits. On this day, August 29th, he will capture Miyamoto on film. Samurai love the blues, and today, like a samurai magnet, the Berkeley Blues Festival will suck him to a photographic doom, pinned like a pickle to a tuna on rye.

The Sole Proprietor is experimenting with exposure. Miyamoto exposure. He wants to get him just right on color film, 15th century robes flying, fingers snapping, eating the ribs that now sizzle on the grill.

So he surveys the crowd. Ah! A woman with a flashing smile. Musashi? The Sole Proprietor shoots. The woman winks as she dances. Was Musashi there? Hard to say. The Sole Proprietor will know when the slides are returned and perhaps, there in the light, Musashi will be found, grinning.

The Proprietor is patient, watching. The light is strong at 3:00 in the afternoon so the combination of light and shadow makes photography difficult. When you're shooting Musashi. Or cousin Eddy. Or the guitarist on the stage. Photography is democratic. You can screw it up in a thousand ways.

Use a strobe to shoot the guitarist on the stage. Sax player too. The musicians go along. Get in close. Who knows? The Sole Proprietor might represent a major music magazine. Make their fortune through a 135mm lens. So they smile. And grimace. All in the best blues style. Musashi? On the stage? Maybe. Hard to tell.

The band is packing after the set. The Sole Proprietor spots a glass of beer sitting on a drum. Make a great logo to go with the headline. Zip! Someone picks up the beer before the Sole Proprietor can react. A musician? Does Musashi like beer?

Around 4:30 the Sole Proprietor is feeling tired so he goes home and watches a Japanese film. Back in Berkeley the bands play on, and Musashi, with the Sole Proprietor gone, does a Fandango in the street. Small children with Brownie Hawkeyes snap his every move.

You don't have many chances to shoot these things, Mr. Sole Proprietor, and with September at hand, fewer still. You could have done some night shooting. Lots of nice neon lights and colored spots glowing over an excited crowd. But here you are, home now, watching others perform.

It was the weekend. This is a hobby, after all. It's supposed to be fun. Take it as it comes. Next year he'll stay til the end. And search for Musashi again.