I often try to get an afternoon walk in for some exercise. Today the route was in the vicinity of Washington Street, meandering along its feeder roads. There’s a well respected homeless shelter called Saint Francis House along the route I took today. It’s not unusual to find clients of the facility standing outside its front door. These two men were there as I passed by.
You know, I kinda miss this guy. Michael (last name unknown) was almost a permanent fixture on the corner of Beacon and Charles streets. He was a very good street hustler and was very well known in the area. However he got stomach cancer and had to go to the hospital. The word is that Michael now has his own room and has given up his old life.
I got lucky with this shot. I had already passed this doorway when something made me turn around. This man had just appeared carrying a large can of construction debris. I had my camera ready and took a single exposure.
This group of friendly panhandlers on Cambridge Street in Boston look almost like they’re posing. They weren’t though. In fact the guy on the right spotted my little Ricoh GR camera and cheerfully yelled something I didn’t understand as I strode by.
I’ve tried a lot of camera brands for street photography but none have served me better than Ricoh. It’s very small, it’s got a great lens and best of all, it allows something called “snap shooting” which is having the camera always prefocused so all one has to do is click the shutter. In short, it’s discrete and deadly fast.
Bobby’s usual begging spot is on the steps of the Starbucks shop on the corner of Beacon and Charles Streets in Boston. He’s one of the nicest beggars you’ll ever meet. Bobby has been trying to get a room in the Charles Street shelter for as long as I’ve known him. Today he told me that he thinks he’s getting near the head of the line. He’s been trying for that room for as long as I’ve known him.
We live in very scary times. Anger, hostility and major confusion are all around us. This man, hugging his dog on a bench at Boston’s Public Library, seems to have found a sheltered Island from all this craziness. His devotion to the little dog is palpable.
The combination of a man arguing with his wife and some chalk graffiti for the background makes something that wasn’t look plausible.
To be honest, I like this photograph but couldn’t think of a good reason to publish it. Hence the above weak words.