I think this is the 6th day that I’ve seen this guy sitting in there trying to stay warm. The winter streets are brutal. The underground provides some semblance of solace on bitter cold evenings. I’ve never seen him move. He is bundled up head to toe…with crumpled newspapers providing added insulation. I’m sure I’ll see him tomorrow. He’s the subway’s scarecrow sitting in place observing the sea of daily commuters that pass him by.
I watched him struggle to light a match. His hands were shivering. Maybe it was the cold. Or maybe it was the drink. His face was worn and leathery. The wrinkles and fold told a story of street life or maybe just the harshness of his reality. He exhaled into the winter air and rejoiced in a simple moment of solitude.
It didn’t even snow that much yesterday….or today. But I guess it really doesn’t matter when you have no place to go. It’s cold outside. And the ground is wet. These are the days when the homeless ride the trains through the night. It’s their only salvation. I see how passengers look at them in disgust and it makes me angry. Where would you go? What would you do? I want more people to have compassion. I want more of us to simply care.
Sorry for the hiatus. I know I haven’t posted anything in a few weeks, but I’ve still been shooting every day. Sometimes I just want quit this project. I don’t have much to say and I’m not producing the best images. Maybe I’m too hard on myself, but I know I can do better. Using my Fuji x100s has been great, but the 23mm fixed lens limits me. It’s time to invest in a new camera and it’s time to start using my Nikon D700 a bit more. I need to find more in each day.