Madison Square park is your classic NYC public park, from the droves of people that come to eat food while sitting on the grass to the brave few who decide to play live music. About 20 feet to my right a thin, wrinkled man plays his trumpet dressed in all black with black sunglasses with a bin sitting right next to him in order to collect tips, while everyone walks by too busy with their own day to give the man any real attention. The only ones paying him any mind are the passing dogs on their owner’s short leashes who decide that they are intrigued by the new smell. He blasts the trumpet in the dog’s faces playfully, some of them being puppies jumped back nearly 10 feet not expecting the loud blaring of the horn in their face while the older ones just slowly walked away from the stranger. The trumpet guy left after about 15 minutes of no tips probably to case out a new spot and see if those passerby’s are a little more generous. Even without him the park is still alive with the sounds of people talking into their phones and occasionally to each other, and the barking of the lucky dogs who’s owners decided to take them for a walk today. Every once in a while the dogs get into little scuffles over whatever puppies like to get in scuffles about and the area is filled with some aggressive barking for a few seconds, but its short lived as both owners quickly scold their pets calling them a “bad” boy or girl and just as quickly go on their way.