homeless art and homeless camps
Today, Richard and I did some shooting in one of the cities homeless encampments. Beth told us her story and how she went from middle class mom to homeless camper.
Her place is pretty wonderful. A tent in the woods, a cat, some friendly racoons. She has a boyfriend, she's the only woman in camp, sort of the sage herbalist, the calm balanced one.
Later we picked up Joseph and went to the gallery where he sells his art. The owner, who is an angel, has supported Joseph's art since the late 90's. She has one son, who at 4 years old, was partiallly paralyzed by a drunk driver. The driver was his Dad. Her son is curently in ICU, struggling with a brain disease he picked up on one of his hospital visits. She said, "it's all up to God now." I admired her manner, her peace, her dedication to her mission to end drunk driving, her work with MADD and SADD and her overwhelming devotion to her son. Her gallery is beautiful.
Joseph, of course, loved showing us his work.
If I ever, even for a moment, think I'm not blessed, I will remember days like this.
Her place is pretty wonderful. A tent in the woods, a cat, some friendly racoons. She has a boyfriend, she's the only woman in camp, sort of the sage herbalist, the calm balanced one.
Later we picked up Joseph and went to the gallery where he sells his art. The owner, who is an angel, has supported Joseph's art since the late 90's. She has one son, who at 4 years old, was partiallly paralyzed by a drunk driver. The driver was his Dad. Her son is curently in ICU, struggling with a brain disease he picked up on one of his hospital visits. She said, "it's all up to God now." I admired her manner, her peace, her dedication to her mission to end drunk driving, her work with MADD and SADD and her overwhelming devotion to her son. Her gallery is beautiful.
Joseph, of course, loved showing us his work.
If I ever, even for a moment, think I'm not blessed, I will remember days like this.
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