Lameass attempt at street photography.

His cardboard cut out read. 

Hungry 

Homeless 

Please give

Thank you,

God bless.

There was nothing special in his eyes. Well, I didn't stop long enough to check. I couldn't see his soul but I'm sure he has one. Everyone has a soul. I couldn't see a story on his face. He probably had a story. Moral being emotions are best kept secret. Perhaps why he didn't wear his story well. His clothes were poor enough. I guess it needed to be - if he was going to make enough money to quench his fine taste in alcohol. Yes sir, I saw that brown bag with a bottleneck sticking out. As much as you tried to hide it. Hid he did of something, under his blanket. It wasn't a particularly cold day. Perhaps a knife. Or just more cash. Perhaps the latest iphone 3GS. I wasn't analysing him. All I wanted was a picture to capture the moment. Instead I got some blur. I would imagine the world to be a blur sitting on a bridge. All those pairs of feet with different shoes. Some Jimmy Choo and some not so Choo. Perhaps that's what he sees. He didn't need my pity. Just my loose change.