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They are in every big city, the hosts of despair. They are the faceless people that cause us most of the time to grab on tightly to our loved ones and thank the heavens that we have a home. How does one get there? At what point in a life does it get so impossible to have a friend to turn to, a family member to take you in? And how many times out of 10 do we turn away at the sight of despair? This image is a tribute to all of those who help, who do something useful and real by sacrificing their time and effort to ending homelessness.
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They are in every big city, the hosts of despair. They are the faceless people that cause us most of the time to grab on tightly to our loved ones and thank the heavens that we have a home. How does one get there? At what point in a life does it get so impossible to have a friend to turn to, a family member to take you in? And how many times out of 10 do we turn away at the sight of despair? This image is a tribute to all of those who help, who do something useful and real by sacrificing their time and effort to ending homelessness.
12 responses to “Day Two Hundred Eighty Three, November 1, 2011”
Such a powerful shot..
Thank you very much Sophie!
Love it…everything about it.
Thank you Cindy
it feels very heart felt. Every word in everyday portrayed in every photo..
Thank you so much! Your comment is very much appreciated!
Excellent picture – and sentiments – Mimo. Adrian
loved the focusing and use of shallow DOF!
Thank you Josh!
Posts like this brighten up my day. Thanks for tkaing the time.
Beautiful photo and beautiful words.
Thank you!