I have, or had a name. I had a life. Nobody sees me now... I think I'm becoming invisible. I try not to see people either... I think it hurts.

I'm posting this because of a post by Lynn. lynnespo181 and the link she provided about portrait photographer Lee Jefferies. I'm including the link as well. blog.flickr.net/en/2017/11/28/honoring-lost-angels

 

This is a picture of James. I met James while walking around the Flying J Truck Stop in Thousand Palms, California. He rides his bike and says he lives in the desert. He was filling up plastic jugs with water. He was very nice, I asked to take his picture and he said, "sure why not, and chuckled". I took several photos thanked him, turned and walked away. Then, I turned around and asked if I could buy him dinner, he smiled wide and toothless, and said that would be nice.

Obviously, there is so much more to his situation, a whole lifetime's worth. For me it's just important that we not judge people like James, but see them, talk to them, and give a helping hand when possible.

Done