One Man’s Morning

These steps belong to a church in Boston’s Chinatown. They are used often by the homeless in that area. Passing by this morning, this man was just getting up.

Joy



This lovely lady is currently 14 years sober. She is the executive director of a shelter for the homeless and another one for battered women. She used to sell all kind of drugs on the street to support her habit. She’s been there, seen it all and stepped back from the brink just in time to turn her life around.

The wonderful infectious joy she had is hard to explain but, in her presence one could definitely feel it.

Chance encounters like this one this morning are an absolute gift!

PS I also should give CVS credit for letting her raise money for her charities in front of their Petaluma store.

Intersection Salesman

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He sells his newspapers on the corner of Charles and Beacon streets in Boston to raise money for the homeless. These guys are all over Boston and they are VERY good salesmen. I always enjoy talking to them. He didn’t want to smile because he didn’t have many teeth.

A New Style In Homeless Shelters

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I walked up close enough to see the man curled up under his golf umbrella trying to sleep. However I backed off before taking this picture so I could get a good shot of the church to give the image good contex.

The Blue Glove

 

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I was initially drawn to this man by the fact that he was standing absolutely still, head down, not moving a muscle for all the time I was photographing him. Also I was attracted by the enormous load of bags that he was pushing. However when I looked at this image later it was his robins egg blue glove that stood out. 

They say that photographs should be given time to marinate before final judgement is passed. For this one at least, that turned out to be very true.

His Name Is Billy

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He and I are friends. (kind of)

I see him a lot sitting by himself on various park benches in Boston Common. Billy is very hard to understand. My guess is he’s got a wet brain from too much booze.

He won’t take any money.

Today I told him my name was John and I think he understood that.

His eyes filled with tears.

Park Bench Lady


This lady sits on this park bench everyday by herself, always dressed the same no matter what the temperature. She stares off into the middle distance and almost never moves. She declines assistance and doesn’t seem to want to talk.

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