bestie's family house where we are staying happens to have a large terrace overlooking the street below. that's where i've been doing my street photography, capturing the locals around in their habitat. the best time to capture them is early morning, during rush hour, when traffic below is quite heavy and they are observing the passengers on the public transport. this man sprawls on the pavement, empties the large garbage bag he has been lugging around and starts to sort out the recyclables in his stash.
it is quite disheartening to watch them. it's ironic that i am in a large house with seven bedrooms, four and a half baths, two large dining rooms, two kitchens and a mess hall, two large living rooms and a den, not to mention a washing room and a garage. then just outside are the downtrodden, the homeless, the squatters, that made the place look unsafe, yet the value of the properties keeps going up. not blaming anyone but such is the state of life here.
thank you for your kind visits and comments; know that they are greatly appreciated.
Sadly a common sight in a lot of places. In some ways they know no better, and in many ways they know there could be more. I'm not certain I know the answer except to touch one life at a time in the eternal sense. This is a powerful and excellent street shot.
Your narration makes your photo all the more poignant & sad. How to straighten a world out that is unstraightenable is beyond us all. Well done for bringing it to our attention summerfield, difficult though it is.
