Photography Thinks
A tent has been erected in City Hall Park. When I asked what it was, a genius replied, “its a tent.” Later investigation revealed its a place to meet. Who will meet or what they will meet about remains a question. What their legal title or authority to live in a public space remains equally problematical.
John’s dressed to the nines for a court appearance. He wears medals that signify nothing, but he wears them proudly.
Lots of optimism here. Neither needs a reason to be; they just are.
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Not sure I understand the movement as constituted in Burlington VT. Stood around for a while listening. One guy complained that college costs at UVM were too high to send his kid to school. One guy said his kid left him to go live with his mother because the father could not support the kid in the manner the kid wanted to be supported (which could be why the mom left).
“What am I doing here,” he asks himself.
Amanda shares her views at the Community Forum. “I have a place to put a legal tent,” she told Stuart Ledbetter, a TV news reporter. “I ain’t on drugs. Don’t see nothing wrong with sleeping in the park… I am exercising my 1st Amendment rights to protest.”
Larry seems happy being Larry, though he’s coughing and wheezing, wondering what to do when the cold hits. Could have a place if he would take care of Scotty, whom he says is too crazy to live with. “He could burn the place down while I am sleeping.”
An accident that didn’t kill anyone, but could have. Mother pushed the kid out from between the cars. Her leg got nicked. Baggage squashed.
Greg took too much sun to his face this summer. Spent his money unwisely, so he cannot travel to Texas for the winter. He is staying at St. Paul’s with Debbie, where my show,”God Faces the Street,” opened this week.
A little early for Nicole.
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Jimmy told Richard, “you are too drunk, too early.”
Rouche styling. Labels. Signs. Haircut.
Keith put on this red chapeau for a trip to the tobacco store.
“No crying on Church St,” a passerby said.
Maybe Greg likes Rick Perry?
I watched the cops frisk him when he got here in April. He acted friendly, offering things to people, talking a mile a minute. Came up from Fla., he said. Never spoke with him until mid-September. Interesting guy.
“Been all around. Make my money recycling. I know where to go; usually its where no one else goes. I make a living and live on it. Worked in Arkansas on a chicken farm for Tyson. Hard work. They give you vitamins to strengthen your forearm muscles. You got to hang 30 chickens a minute or they put you in the slow lane–20 chickens a minute, but they are wet. Lot of women work, doing chickens; strong women.”
Well, what you gonna do when the well runs dry? Looka, looka, looka, at the wonderful women of Burlington. They smile. They pose. They have courage and verve.
Victoria came to the park for who knows. A little cry and Penguin fed her. Dad acted out, but he smiled proud.
A woman couldn’t make a sign. So this man made it for her after she provided the Sharpie and the cardboard. Nice!
City Hall Park in Burlington offers space to sleep and play.
