Dear Anonymous,
This photo was framed just a second before the one I recently posted that shows everyone smiling. Which was the truth in that moment. But this image shows truth too.
A woman showing one my images, an image of a man who turns out to be her cousin David, who struggled living on the street and died recently.
Somehow in her face I see the families of folks who have family members out here. Sometimes unreachable. Irretrievable.
It shows Charles, who knows everyone on the street, recognizing that he too knew David. And that David is dead.
There's lots of loss out here. Lots of pain. Lots of carrying on whether it's with a trudging step, a shuffle or a step after falling. Sometimes it's the sound of someone dragging themselves along the bricks.
But it's life. And it's love. And it's not knowing what to do. And what DO we do when we don't know what to do?