Street Portraits On An Afternoon Walk

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.

Sneaky Michael

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.

Untitled on Purpose (A Rant)

I could easily to tack a glib title on this photograph. (How many riffs on the word trash can you come up with?) Actually this is a hard, cruel portrait of a sad, desperate man. The weather is very cold. He’s directly across the street from a glitzy Apple store and he has no money in his cup. The current administration in Washington creates these people. DAMN IT!!

Mr. “Experimental Carousel”

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This guy has been around our neighborhood before. Besides being totally confused about his sign, consider this, the temperature when I took this was 90 degrees and he’s dressed in layers of blankets!

Bottom line, I have no idea.

 

Tough Day (or weeks or years)

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My wife asked me after seeing this photograph, why I don’t take more pictures of tourists. I think it’s because I have a hard time catching much emotion in them. Street people show wear and tear. Often we turn our eyes away from the downtrodden preferring not to see their pain.

Different City Same Look

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We happen to be in London currently, getting ready to return to Boston tomorrow. The only camera I took on this trip was the Ricoh GR and it has performed like a champ. 

Since it’s such a great street shooter, it was in my hand walking down Picadilly Street. As is the case in any big urban area there were some (not a lot) street people looking pretty much like those in Boston.

This man was a cut above the norm. For one thing he had a fine ascetic head, reminiscent of some 16th century saint. Add to that the umbrella and his 2 oranges and you have a photograph I think is worth keeping.