Tag: social justice

Shopping Carts on Church Street Sunday Morning

Weather uncertain. Could rain. Or it could just be raw. At least one of these men has a place to live. The other two carry their worldly possessions around in a shopping cart. Now I do realize that over 2,000,000 shopping carts are stolen every year, worldwide, creating a terrible problem for storeowners and adding to the cost of anything we buy at a store that employs them. But, I would hesitate before depriving the people who use them of a vehicle that has no carbon footprint and allows them to have their property nearby, protected from the elements as much as someone with no place to live can expect to have.

Occupy City Hall Park-2


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.


Occupy City Hall Park

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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.

Nicol Graduates HIgh School

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Niclole graduates from high school next week. Will be in Israel, so I will miss it. Damn. How proud we all should be of her. And, as is said about me, what is next? My admission to Hallmark Institute of Photography has been held up, even though I received an letter of acceptance. It seems that the prep school I attended lost the records of my attendance and graduation. They offered a yearbook picture, which Hallmark rejected. I had to write to Penn’s registrar for proof of college attendance and graduation as a substitute.

Paul Like Tigers

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So, he likes Tigers, the Detroit ones and the Bengals. A little too drunk to distinguish the two, but he acknowledged that having a reflector, held by Eric, shining on him, required me to pay him $3000 for the shot. He never read Moon Tiger, though.

“Mrs. Duckman, ….” Eric calls me, especially when he lectures me.

Quite an accomplishment for a photographer to have my street models hold a light shaper, eh!

Now, I just have to learn how to teach them how to use the equipment.