Homeless

When I photographed Ming, he was sleeping in his main place. when he woke we spoke for awhile his weathered face and his tattered clothes foretold the hardships he had weathered. His hands were as expressive as his worn face as he gazed off into the distance, thinking about a different time. Ming chose his words carefully and spoke softly, calmly talking about his reliance on religion and readings in his Bible. I asked him about his family, he paused saying, “When I’m here... I’m home. I figure a homeless person isn’t a person without a house, a homeless person is someone who lives in a city who doesn’t have friends or a family.” I assist the homeless as often as i can North America is so rich in so many ways we need to channel our efforts in order to help