faith
street photography | Detroit, MI
At about the same time every day, a cloud of birds swirls in the sky above this spot. You might say they're optimistic. Eventually, as the distant sound of rattling buggy wheels moves closer, the excitement of the birds almost sounds like the cheer of adoring fans. The cloud literally follows from above her as she appears, walking slowly along the street, under her trademark scarf and sunglasses. That's when you realize that the birds - they weren't merely being optimistic, they were being patient. They knew she would come. When she parks her buggy and reaches for her pouch, the birds land around her in anticipation, validated that she lived up to their unspoken promise once more.
I didn't catch her name, but on this day I finally decided to photograph her, and we had a brief chat as she fed her babies. She was warm and positive about the future - you might say I labeled her as optimistic. As we went our separate ways, the cloud of birds rose to the sky, still following her from above as she moved into the distance. "No more", she said in a sweet tone. "I'll see you tomorrow." I can't help but think that somehow, perhaps they feed her faith as much as she feeds theirs...
faith
street photography | Detroit, MI
At about the same time every day, a cloud of birds swirls in the sky above this spot. You might say they're optimistic. Eventually, as the distant sound of rattling buggy wheels moves closer, the excitement of the birds almost sounds like the cheer of adoring fans. The cloud literally follows from above her as she appears, walking slowly along the street, under her trademark scarf and sunglasses. That's when you realize that the birds - they weren't merely being optimistic, they were being patient. They knew she would come. When she parks her buggy and reaches for her pouch, the birds land around her in anticipation, validated that she lived up to their unspoken promise once more.
I didn't catch her name, but on this day I finally decided to photograph her, and we had a brief chat as she fed her babies. She was warm and positive about the future - you might say I labeled her as optimistic. As we went our separate ways, the cloud of birds rose to the sky, still following her from above as she moved into the distance. "No more", she said in a sweet tone. "I'll see you tomorrow." I can't help but think that somehow, perhaps they feed her faith as much as she feeds theirs...