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Day 13~ July 13th~ Vietnam

girl in pink coat

A strange thing about street photography is the way we freeze moments with our cameras and a split second in the life of a human identifies them for us forever. The girl in the pink coat carried on with her life, perhaps got married, had children, wore a multiple of different color coats, but for me, she lives on as the girl in the pink coat…

photo taken: Girl in a hanoi street~ Vietnam

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Day 20~ June 20th~ Xinjiang

The Uyghur gentleman~ Kashgar

In some parts of the world and with the older generations, being photographed is taken quite seriously. The pose and expression are premeditated in a way that wants to show the world that they are proud of who they are, and I just love that. I remember finding old portraits of my grandmother in shoeboxes where she looked so incredibly elegant, so refined, dressed in the most elegant of clothing and in my mind this is how she lives. I only met her as a very small child and I have no other recollection of her as she lived across the oceans, so these images embody the essence of how she projected herself to the world.

I asked this lovely man to photograph him outside the old teahouse in Kashgar and he agreed but asked me to wait. He positioned the chair where he wanted it, smoothed his coat and placed his folded hands across his knees and only then he gave me the signal to go ahead.

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Day Two Hundred Ninety One, November 9, 2011

the forgotten

They walk the streets, looking for scraps, begging for attention, praying for kindness, hoping for a kind soul, questioning their existence, wondering what their day will bring. We see them, we cringe, we feel some guilt, we help them sometimes, we feel good for a moment and then we do them the greatest insult of all, we forget them.

This drifter will not be forgotten.