karlacaspari
Homeless
I was sitting at the table of an outdoor cafe on Nicollet Mall in Minneapolis with my cameras when this—very handsome—man asked me if he could sit with me and talk. As he told me his life story, including the story about his homelessness, he begged me to please take some photos of him. Of course, he didn't have to ask me twice, and this is my favorite of him.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, as I fervently believe, his eyes say more about him than his words ever could. I have not seen him since.
Homeless
I was sitting at the table of an outdoor cafe on Nicollet Mall in Minneapolis with my cameras when this—very handsome—man asked me if he could sit with me and talk. As he told me his life story, including the story about his homelessness, he begged me to please take some photos of him. Of course, he didn't have to ask me twice, and this is my favorite of him.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, as I fervently believe, his eyes say more about him than his words ever could. I have not seen him since.