Sharing the Same Sky
and she followed.
and she followed.
Cape Air Magazine Spring 2020 featuring Portland’s Working Waterfront and my images.
Cape Air Magazine Spring 2020 featuring Portland’s Working Waterfront and my images.
Botanical Garden. Jardín Etnobotánico. Oaxaca, Mexico. Installation by artist Bosco Sodi.
Botanical Garden. Jardín Etnobotánico. Oaxaca, Mexico. Installation by artist Bosco Sodi.
I will feel like I missed the party. And be grateful.
I will feel like I missed the party. And be grateful.
Why commercial boats need access to waterfront property.
Why commercial boats need access to waterfront property.
Net Wranglers
Net Wranglers
This is how it would fall.
This is how it would fall.
And you'll hear stories about one man, who is deeply familiar with these streets helping a couple new to the streets.
Dear Anonymous,
And you'll hear stories about one man, who is deeply familiar with these streets helping a couple new to the streets. The couple who were dismissed from the shelter, for whatever reason. He shows them the warmer spots to sleep. He panhandles enough money to take care of all of them last night.
The couple looks dazed. A bit besides themselves.
The sun is coming up. Hot coffee helps.
It's a little bit like Filene's Basement on the sidewalks some mornings with clothing flying in and out of bins.
Dear Anonymous,
It's a little bit like Filene's Basement on the sidewalks some mornings with clothing flying in and out of bins. Trying to find something that fits this 3XL guy and then a snug enough hoodie for this Medium guy. Sometimes it works; sometimes it doesn't. The socks were depleted today. No hand warmers available, or gloves ,or mittens. Things come and go rapid fire. They are always disappointed when the homemade coffee cake is gone. And it is always gone sooner than some arrive.
A hot cup of coffee remains the standard request. As are socks.
This is Todd. Todd has given me permission to photograph him for years. He astounded me years ago when he remembered my name (I am terrible at remembering names) and greeted me on the street the day he left the hospital after spinal surgery.
Today he has a smile. I cautiously share that he tells me he might have garnered housing. Maybe. All fingers crossed and everything else that can cross.He seemed enthusiastic and appreciative of his caseworkers.
He tells me he's been on the street for the better part of 10 years.
La Boda
La Boda
I miss the weekends in Oaxaca. La Boda business; parades; puppets; dancers.
I miss the weekends in Oaxaca. La Boda business; parades; puppets; dancers.
Oaxaca Mexico
Oaxaca Mexico
Just about everyone in this circle has hit a bottom. Some have hit it many times.
Just about everyone in this circle has hit a bottom. Some have hit it many times. Everyone in this circle knows what it is to be the one who's messed up. Screwed up. Crashed. The one who lost most everything....including trust and respect. To see someone take the opportunity to build a life again putting the bricks back in a new position inspires. It inspires others who think or feel it can't be done. Who may feel it's too late. Or it's too much.
Never. And in this circle look around. Others suffer. Others are trying. Others will succeed. Others will fall and come back. Get to know them as yourself. Someone trying.
Oaxaca Mexico
Oaxaca Mexico
Just checking message al mercado
Just checking message al mercado
Profile.
Profile.
Morning pilgrimage to a fountain downtown
Morning pilgrimage to a fountain downtown
A family event
A family event
There is one fellow I have seen each time I visit who darts through the crowds...
Dear Anonymous,
This is from Oaxaca, Mexico. There is one fellow I have seen each time I visit who darts through the crowds, always asking for food. For money. Which is unusual here in my experience. He threads himself in from the periphery. I have seen wedding planners try and shoo him away from the doors of the cathedral when the big wedding ceremony is just ending, to get him out of the picture, out of the event...but he slips into the dark coolness of the spacious sanctuary, dirty and tattered, as the well clad wedding guests file by him toasting the newlyweds with shots of mezcal. Not belonging here. Not belonging there. I don't know his story at all. But it reminds me of here in Portland, Maine. On a rainy, cold,blustery day like today when, if you are on the street, there are times when there are not many choices to get in to be dry or stay dry. And I never know the whole story here either. Deprivation. Need. Desperation. Hurt. They are all characters in the untold story.
Mike says this morning as we stand drenched in the downpour, 'Out here there's all kinds. Some really kind people and some real a**holes. Just like anywheres else....'
People out to take advantage. Hustlers. Liars. Thieves. Deplorable behaviours. And the kindness of saints.
He walks the city after midnight and accompanies a man who just lost a brother in the military. They walk. They talk. He buys Mike cigarettes and they part ways. To a smoker with no cash this is a dream come true.