The Gelosi Project
We found the house off the road about a mile and a half; a rickety shack with a splintered swing on the porch and a cooler in the yard. The old man greeted us with a toothless smile and walked us into the parlor. After we paid her a quarter, the old lady played on the harmonica. Then she started shaking and her eyes rolled back. That’s when the bird flew in and pecked at her until it found a slip of paper in her ear: our prophesy. Damndest fortune teller I’ve ever seen.
Man and woman seated in studio with blackbird in cage