So, I haven’t given up this life long special project, photographing the homeless and hapless. I see them everywhere, sometimes smelling them before they come into view. Giving them money helps no one, but I feel better, even if it’s only $1. Doug here begged me to help him. He started to tell me his story. I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t breathe. He asked if I knew of a shelter in the area. Like, who am I in this episode? Who are any of us?
I understand your description of this moment. It’s a beautiful picture. Thank you for your special project, Lorin. I am visiting your site for the first time since Paul died, almost 4 years ago. Around this time that year I wired him a few bucks after a rare phone call from him, and…well, who knows what could have been.
I am truly grateful, for your images and words and for your interactions with these people. I am happy to see you reporting from a warmer clime and sad to think of Church Street without you there to bear witness and lend an ear. But that’s not your job. It’s everyone’s. Best wishes for the season from Portland, Oregon. John O’Toole, Paul’s brother.
Lorin, your words capture this picture in such a profound way. It struck me hard. Keep doing what you do, you definitely put a lot of different thoughts in my head with this images. Love you and your work!