I’m perched on the rail in the balcony overlooking the auditorium floor looking for the perfect shot when our eyes meet. His are furrowed and full of anger. He sees the camera and in my mind I see his disgust, because he feels violated. I don’t know this to be a fact, but the mannerisms – scowling, heading shaking. If he were a character in my novel he would be shouting expletives. My look is one of intrigue, interest, wonder and love.
You see I love each of these people and I pray for their safety. I am also well aware that I and many others are blessed, yet we are probably a few paychecks shy of similar circumstances.
As I capture pictureS it is not to exploit but to chronicle and put a face to a crisis this nation tends to ignore. I pass vacant structures regularly and dream of owning and rehabbing them so that no one has to call the streets of Cleveland their home.
I applaud the organizers of the Homeless Stand Down for bringing all of these providers to the community often forgotten. From food to medical care it is offered today.
Many I encounter wear the badge of anger yet many wear the light of the Lord because despite their circumstances they smile with Thanksgiving.
I pray today and everyday for an end to homelessness and I thank God for the opportunity to share a smile and an afternoon with my fellow citizens.