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Cliff was sitting on the northeast side of the Adams Street Bridge. When I asked him how long he'd been out here, he answered, "Too long..." He's a veteran and was soft-spoken and friendly. "I'm a people person", he said, "be nice even if someone's a jerk...give them the benefit of the doubt." His biggest need is transportation (a bus pass), so he can go to work. "(Having a bus pass) that's the beginning" (to getting back on his feet).
I already had a hat to wear at the event (THX, though hopefully this crowd knew what that was from), and though I didn't know the price of these hats I probably would not have bought one, since it only works at venues like this. Anywhere else risks a person getting into a fight, if not be scolded by some "Karen" about the "obscene language." However, the hat makers do have the right idea.
I met Roger while visiting a local attraction in Sleaford. He looked a very interesting person with a story to tell and he most certainly was. We had a chat and he told me several very interesting facts about his life. This picture is no 77 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page Richard “
Pencil portrait drawn on heavy Bristol paper. Size 11x14. Thank you everyone for your views, comments, group awards, and favorites.
All you needs is Lard...no
All you need is Long Trousers....maybe
All you need is Love.....Yes.....
...but its an uphill struggle.
Chris Riggs & Mr.Sly in Camden.
Eugene sat by the Nederlander Theater, on the north side of Randolph Street. He was playing his banjo, sitting atop his duffel bag. He was very friendly, carefree, happy-go-lucky. He's originally from West Virginia and has been on the road for five years. He rides freight trains to get around. He's been to 47 states. The only states he hasn't seen are Hawaii, Alaska, and Vermont. When asked what his biggest needs are, he said, "really not much--I'm going to replenish my supplies: whiskey, pot, tobacco, food, and water", he said with a smile. Recently he's been in Nashville, Cinncinnati, Augusta, among others. He's planning on heading to Milwaukee next. "There's really nothing else I'd rather be doing", he said. He's been playing banjo for five years, right around the time he started to travel. "I learned to play myself...I played it so much I had to get it fixed."
A contact of mine called practicalowl always wears a hat on Saturdays. So i thought it would be cool to join him this week, and in return i asked him to join in the fun with Fancy Dress Friday.
For almost 10 years i wore a baseball cap. I have naturally curly and unruly hair, and from about two weeks after getting my hair cut it did it's own thing, and was a right pain in the arse. So for the following six weeks until my next hair cut, it was so much easier to put a cap on. I was so attached to my caps and hated it when i hat to take them off and go round with hat hair. I felt naked without one on.
Then one summer about four and a half years ago, it was so hot that wearing a hat was really uncomfortable; i just took my clippers and shaved my head.
That was one of those life changing moments. I no longer had to have a cap on to leave the house. I could cut my own hair as often as i wanted, and not have to pay a fortune to do it. every morning my hair was ready to go without having to style it or put any product in it.
Life is so much easier now, i cut it about every three weeks or when i think it needs doing, it takes about 10 mins, instead of the 20 min walk to the hairdressers and the hour to have it cut. It may not be the most fashionable or stylish of cuts, but i'm really happy with it.
D200, Nikkor 18-200mm, SB800 & 600, behind and on 1/16 power. I wanted to have a try at rim lighting, as i have never done it before.
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Michael was on the southeast corner of Dearborn and Lake. He's been homeless for about three years. "Somebody stole my sleeping material yesterday", he said, "I guess I didn't hide it good enough", he smiled. He ended with, "I'm tired of being homeless".
File: 2022004-0251
Lower Castle Street, Bristol, South West of England, United Kingdom, on Saturday 9th of July 2022.
About those photographs.
The 2022 Bristol Pride started at Castle Park, moved into Castle Street, and turned left into Lower Castle Street, heading north towards Penn Street. Those photographs were taken somewhere near the NCP Broadmead car park next to the Marriott hotel. It was approximately about 15 minutes after the start of the march.
I took up a position near the car park’s entrance. In the wide photo (0251), you’ll notice the KEEP CLEAR wording painted on the road, and the lowered kerb (in American-English: “crub”), that is where the entrance to the car park is.
This was where I spotted the guy with baseball cap, sunglasses, and a rainbow mask around his face, holding up a placard. I had noticed that thousands of people on the march had showed their faces, only a very rare number would choose to hide their faces.
In the second photo (0263), I zoomed to the 200mm length and took some shots of the guy. I have no idea who he is, when preparing the photos for uploading to Flickr, I simply called him “The Masked Man.”
It had occurred to me that I had taken zoomed in photos of him for uploading to Flickr or Instagram or whatever, to showcase my experience and skills, and considering that he wants his identify hidden, he may want his privacy.
So I went over to him, to ask him for his permissions. Here is where it gets interesting…
Bearing in mind that I am a deaf person with speech impaired, often mispronouncing my words, and that he is wearing a mask over his mouth, making lip-reading impossible for me.
So how do we communicate with each other? No problem! The simple fact is…
Days before coming down to Bristol to cover this event, I had prepared some kind of ID tag of my own, stating that I’m a photographer and that I’m deaf. On the other side was a simple typed text, that simply asked “May I have permissions to publish the photos online? I ask out of respect because you are clearly seen in the photographs.”
On this day, at that point, I went up to him, and I said to him “Excuse me, I’m deaf.” Then I held up the back of my ID tag, let him read the wording.
Even thought he’s wearing a mask around his mouth, so if he were to say something like “Sure, go ahead.” It would be impossible to know, but no problem there. As he knows I’m a deaf person, all he did was simply nod his head.
When I was in my last year at a deaf school, I told the hearing teacher that I wanted to get into college and study photography. I was told that I can’t become a photographer because I’m deaf and how am I supposed to communicate. Even my mother agrees with the teacher and wasn’t supportive of my aims.
It’s not like I wanted to become a wedding photographer, which would need a lot of communications between the photographer and the wedding party.
My mother, her friends, the teachers, and most other people, were all wrong. Even thought it is difficult for me as a photographer to do this kind of photography, it should be seen as a challenge to overcome, not a barrier.
So, I got his permissions to publish the photos, and there it is.
About the event.
Bristol Pride is an annual festival held over couple of weeks, promoting equality for the various LGBT+ people, with a march through the city at a weekend.
The Bristol Pride started life in 1977 as a fundraiser for the local LGBT community, and evolved into an annual event held every year. There was a gap of only some years between 1994 to 2010 when it was restarted.
The 2022 march started at Castle Park, near Castle Street. The route took them past Cabot Circus, and went around the major shopping area by using The Horsefair and Union Street, and as they went down Union Street, they headed towards Castle Park. When they reached Castle Park, they turned into Wine Street, went into High Street, and into Baldwin Street, headed towards the A38 which is Anchor Road. This route took them into Canon’s Road, and ended up near the Bristol Aquarium.
The march was said to take about an hour, but as a photographer whom would go back and forth, up and down the line, looking for good shots, it took me at least a couple of hours to complete the route.
After the march, those whom bought tickets, can attend an evening musical festival at The Downs, approximately to the north-west of city centre. I did not attend this event, and by the time I got back to my friend’s home, I was worn out from the heat.
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Ryan sells Sun-Times newspapers on the corner of Randolph and Dearborn, by McDonald's. He is always there, with his Sun-times gear on. Today around lunchtime, I saw him panhandling. We talked and he was telling me that he sells papers, but he's trying to do what he can to make more money. The place he stays charges $17 rent per night. There's "chicken wire" around it and people sell drugs there. He said at one point he was staying with a cartel boss, but "you don't cross him or they'll find someone to kill you!" He's been out here for about five years, selling papers. "If I was president", he said, "I'd build housing for the homeless".
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There is usually 24 shoebox gifts inside every carton (like this gentleman is taping up). He will put 16 cartons on a skid and the skid is weighed (for shipping). After all the gifts are processed (inspected and taped) the cartons go onto containers and shipped to cargo ships which take them to their destination.
File: 2025002-0283
Outside the Bristol City Council offices at Collage Green, Bristol, England, United Kingdom, on Saturday 26th April 2025.
About this photograph.
If you are wondering about the meaning of the title Making Sure, the reason is simple.
This guy was at a protest staged in Bristol, against the Scottish Supreme Courts ruling that a woman is defined as a female at birth. As you can see from his placard, that he is a father of a transgender.
I spotted him with this placard, and moved around to get a better angle, started taking a few photos of him, while he was actually looking ahead, and listening to a speaker.
Then through the viewfinder, I noticed he turned his head round and looked at his placard, it was not exactly facing forwards, it was only a few degrees turned around, he looked like he was making sure that his placard should be facing directly forwards, and clearly readable from anyone in the front.
At this moment I took the photo, he twisted the placard slightly, to make sure it is exactly forwards facing.
The photo was converted into black and white while in Adobe Lightroom, and then cropped in Adobe Photoshop.
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Joe's been out here for three years. His uncles were firefighters in New York and were first responders near ground zero (one of whom was a rookie). "I'm a hard worker", he said. He's a machine operator in the packaging industry. He's looking for a job, but needs a phone. "How will employers reach me if I don't have a phone?" He currently sleeps outdoors.
If you'd like a picture of positivity, Ansel (AHN-sel) is your guy. You can usually find him on the southeast corner of Washington and LaSalle. “Hello beautiful!", "hello princess!", "have a great day everyone!", "it's a great day to be alive!", "God is good!", he says in his Jamaican accent. It's even more inspiring when you know that he's been homeless for four years. He lost his home and since then, he's been on the street, but you'd never know it. He comes dressed with a smile and encouragement. Thousands of people hear his compliments and well wishes and whether they acknowledge him or not, he knows he's making a difference. If you're depressed or discouraged, his words to you are this: "It's a beautiful day, you don't have to worry, God is good--God provides, he will take care of you. Everything's gonna be alright!" If I would've stayed there longer, he would've preached a sermon, but that's the gist of it, and he made my day.
"Spiderman" was sitting on the southeast corner of Hubbard and Clark, outside of Starbucks. He's a veteran who served in Vietnam. He was a medical tech during the war. "I would strap them down in the Huey and take them to a safe place." He got his name "Spiderman" from the police, because they thought he was someone they were looking for in a string of robberies. Right now, he is sleeping outside. He could stay in a shelter, but because of the conditions it's better to be outside. "The North Side (of Chicago) is better than the South side." He's been homeless off and on for about 40 years.
(more details later, as time permits)
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Sometime in 2014, I created Flickr album for photos that I had started taking with my iPhone5s; and a year later, in the fall of 2014, I started a new Flickr album for photos that I’ve begun taking with my iPhone6, and iPhone6+. But progress doesn’t stop (at least with Apple): as of October 2015, I’ve upgraded once again, to the iPhone6s and 6s+ (yes, both of them) and this new album contains photos created with those camera-phones
In last year’s Flickr album, I wrote, “Whether you’re an amateur or professional photographer, it’s hard to walk around with a modern smartphone in your pocket, and not be tempted to use the built-in camera from time-to-time. Veteran photographers typically sneer at such behavior, and most will tell you that they can instantly recognize an iPhone photo, which they mentally reject as being unworthy of any serious attention.
“After using many earlier models of smartphones over the past several years, I was inclined to agree; after all, I always (well, almost always) had a “real” camera in my pocket (or backpack or camera-bag), and it was always capable of taking a much better photographic image than the mediocre, grainy images shot with a camera-phone.
“But still … there were a few occasions when I desperately wanted to capture some photo-worthy event taking place right in front of me, and inevitably it turned out to be the times when I did not have the “real” camera with me. Or I did have it, but it was buried somewhere in a bag, and I knew that the “event” would have disappeared by the time I found the “real" camera and turned it on. By contrast, the smart-phone was always in my pocket (along with my keys and my wallet, it’s one of the three things I consciously grab every time I walk out the door). And I often found that I could turn it on, point it at the photographic scene, and take the picture much faster than I could do the same thing with a “traditional” camera.
“Meanwhile, smartphone cameras have gotten substantially better in the past few years, from a mechanical/hardware perspective; and the software “intelligence” controlling the camera has become amazingly sophisticated. It’s still not on the same level as a “professional” DSLR camera, but for a large majority of the “average” photographic situations we’re likely to encounter in the unplanned moments of our lives, it’s more and more likely to be “good enough.” The old adage of “the best camera is the one you have with you” is more and more relevant these days. For me, 90% of the success in taking a good photo is simply being in the right place at the right time, being aware that the “photo opportunity” is there, and having a camera — any camera — to take advantage of that opportunity. Only 10% of the time does it matter which camera I’m using, or what technical features I’ve managed to use.
“And now, with the recent advent of the iPhone5s, there is one more improvement — which, as far as I can tell, simply does not exist in any of the “professional” cameras. You can take an unlimited number of “burst-mode” shots with the new iPhone, simply by keeping your finger on the shutter button; instead of being limited to just six (as a few of the DSLR cameras currently offer), you can take 10, 20, or even a hundred shots. And then — almost magically — the iPhone will show you which one or two of the large burst of photos was optimally sharp and clear. With a couple of clicks, you can then delete everything else, and retain only the very best one or two from the entire burst.
“With that in mind, I’ve begun using my iPhone5s for more and more “everyday” photo situations out on the street. Since I’m typically photographing ordinary, mundane events, even the one or two “optimal” shots that the camera-phone retains might not be worth showing anyone else … so there is still a lot of pruning and editing to be done, and I’m lucky if 10% of those “optimal” shots are good enough to justify uploading to Flickr and sharing with the rest of the world. Still, it’s an enormous benefit to know that my editing work can begin with photos that are more-or-less “technically” adequate, and that I don’t have to waste even a second reviewing dozens of technically-mediocre shots that are fuzzy, or blurred.
“Oh, yeah, one other minor benefit of the iPhone5s (and presumably most other current brands of smartphone): it automatically geotags every photo and video, without any special effort on the photographer’s part. Only one of my other big, fat cameras (the Sony Alpha SLT A65) has that feature, and I’ve noticed that almost none of the “new” mirrorless cameras have got a built-in GPS thingy that will perform the geotagging...
“I’ve had my iPhone5s for a couple of months now, but I’ve only been using the “burst-mode” photography feature aggressively for the past couple of weeks. As a result, the initial batch of photos that I’m uploading are all taken in the greater-NYC area. But as time goes on, and as my normal travel routine takes me to other parts of the world, I hope to add more and more “everyday” scenes in cities that I might not have the opportunity to photograph in a “serious” way.”
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Okay, so now it’s October of 2015, and I’ve got the iPhone 6s/6s+. The the camera now has a 12-megapixel lens (instead of the older 8 MP version), and that the internal camera-related hardware/firmware/software is better, too. Obviously, I’ve got the newer iOS9, too, and even on the “old” phones, it now supports time-lapse videos along with everything else.
I’ve still got my pocket camera (an amazing little Sony RX-100 Mark IV, which replaces the Mark III I had last year), and two larger cameras (Sony RX-10 II, and Sony A7 II), but I have a feeling that I won’t even be taking them out of the camera bag when I’m out on the street for ordinary day-to-day walking around.
That will depend, obviously, on what kind of photos and videos the iPhone6s/6s+ camera actually capable of taking … so I’m going to try to use at leas one of them every day, and see what the results look like …
Like I said last year, “stay tuned…”
Derrick sat on the northwest corner of Lake and Clark Streets. He's been homeless for three years. He sleeps wherever he can. What he needs most is a roof over his head. He's trying to get an apartment. Other things he needs are meat and bacon. He likes to fish, "but I don't fish in the Chicago River because they dye the river green".
... Presents.
One of my presents was a new baseball cap for when I go out taking photos. Although at the moment I need my woolly hat!
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Michael apporoached me outside of Ogilvie Transportation Center. He's trying to get back to St. Louis. "Could we go over to Union Station? I don't need money, just a ticket", he said. "I just want to be good with the man upstairs and if I'm good with him, then I know I'll get a blessing".
Robert was outside of the 7-11 on Lake Street, just west of Michigan Avenue. He's been out here for 42 years. "My mom kicked me out when I was ten", he said, "I was selling drugs--black tar, coke...". He had all this stuff in his room and when she found it (and the money he made from it), she kicked him out. He was in prison a few times, but he's been clean for a long time now. Now he helps other people avoid that lifestyle. "If you do bad s#$!, bad will come back to you. But if you do good, good will come back to you." Rob was positive and loved to talk. Being on the street this long, he's seen a lot of change and is aware of everything that happens on the street. He does receive Social Security, but he come out here to make a little change "for myself". His words of advice are, "don't take anything for granted."
On the 2nd last day of processing, a volunteer tapes up one of many skids( containing 384 shoe box gifts for children) to be sent out to many different countries from Operation Christmas Child.
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Ronnie was on the west side of Michigan Avenue between Monroe and Madison. He's been out here four years. He has kids spread out across the country, in Georgia, Ohio, Florida, and California. "I wish I could see them all", he said, "it's been about a year and a half since I've seen them." I asked him how his day was and he looked at his Starbucks cup and said, "slow". He does have his "regulars", he said, "sometimes they give, other times they can't", but I know he appreciates what people do for him. Just by looking at him, I could see his self-confidence. His biggest needs were clothes and money. His advice was, "as you see the light, walk in it".
Robert was sitting on the west side of Michigan Avenue, south of Monroe. He's been homeless for 18 years. He sleeps on the street or at a nearby shelter. He was taking care of his father, but when he passed away in 1999, he had nowhere else to stay. He's been playing drums all his life and used to play on the street with his friends. They moved to Memphis, so now his drums are in storage. His wife passed away and his children left him, so this is pretty much all he has. Despite this, he said, "I haven't given up. I can't give up. I have faith."
[Note: This was a conversation I had months before COVID-19. I'm not connecting with anyone during this time].
Russell sells Streetwise magazines on the Corner of Lake and Clark. My guess is he sells a lot of them from his attitude and positivity. He was smiling even before we started talking. Then he told me he was featured on the inside of this week's issue. Sure enough, he was. This is the kind of guy you want working in your organization. Dedicated, a hard worker, willing to earn his keep in the sun, rain, snow, wind--all with a smile on his face. Good people are everywhere.
Jeff was sitting on the southeast corner of Franklin and Lake. He was actively engaging folks as they passed by. "I just got out here", he said. I was drawn to the ball cap he had on, and the longer we chatted the more it suited him. He was a character and loved life. I asked him how long he'd been on the streets and without hesitation said "1980". That is a long time. Jeff has a story that needs to be told and needs to be heard. As far as what he wants people to know about him, "people gonna do what people gonna do..." We agreed to meet here tomorrow and I really, really, really, really, REALLY want him to be here tomorrow, because he needs clothes badly! He agreed to have his picture taken and these pictures really sum up who he is.
Shot two years into Covent Garden's Regeneration and maybe two years into Hip Hop on the streets of London. American sports apparel could be bought in Slick Willy's in Kensington High Street. Olympus OM2n Kodachrome
This is the tenth (and final) image in my occasional series, Faces of Burma: a father and son on a moped in Tuang Kalet, Burma/Myanmar.
من بزغ صبحي وأنا اتالم
عايش ٍ في دنيا الاحزاني
مقفي ٍ داري ولا اتكلم
من عذاب ٍ بات يشعاني
ليت خلي بالهوى يعلم
يدرك اللي منه هو ياني
ما جرى في ودهم أعظم
والهموم اتعود لي ثاني
بعدهم الكون بي اظلم
غاب عني نور الأعياني
عيشتي عيشة لذي يحرم
طال حزنه ودمومه معاني
بالرجا النفس ما تكرم
دام ترجي شخص مناني
عزة ٍ في موتنا أرحم
ما أطيق الذل خلاني