I was wandering around Harvard Square this morning, taking pictures of this and that when I came across this lady beggar sitting with all her worldly possessions almost in the middle of the sidewalk. Not only was she homeless but she clearly had mental problems as well. From this quick photo I took you can’t see what she’s doing, so I’ll tell you.
She’s putting a wrapped sandwich, a kind passerby just gave her, inside a big black plastic bag, one of many next to her on the sidewalk.
For a brief fleeting moment she found the empathy she was seekingand I stopped taking “this and that” photographs.
I purposely underexposed this image and presented it in black and white because of this man’s sorrowful pose. Of course, he may not be sad at all, but if he isn’t, he certainly fooled me.
However, for the purposes of argument, let’s assume all he’s doing is taking a much deserved break from his kitchen duties, the wonderful geometry of his arms and legs would still call for de-emphasizing color. (A little more light in that case would of course be justified.)
There is, if we’re lucky, a brief time each morning when breakfast is eaten, dishes are washed and we settle down to read the paper. A treasured private moment before the day’s events begin to intrude.
I have only recently begun to look at trees carefully. They’re all around us here in New England of course and we take their presence almost completely for granted. We shouldn’t. When they die off we will tooand right now climate change is killing both of us.