City Center. Filled with age old historical architecture of forgotten times that decays with the harsh unforgiving weather while life anxiously creeps among the crack of the promised bond of concrete. The steps are fast paced upon the washed out pavements that often falls prey to the puddle of rain and moss in its imperfect dents and thrashed by the garbage of the civilization that walks upon it. Each turn of the head gives a headful of sights that worth a sepia-tone silver prints of film photography perfected by a crafty master.
Homeless. Beggars. Blind. Handicaps. Roam these streets.
But I wonder aren't we all homeless, begging, blind and handicap? Where is the humanity that we so proudly claim to help these scumbags of the streets. I stand here and watches your amazing blindness as these poor hapless creature dirtily your grand design of wealth digging for survival needs in the waste that you had neglected. I sit with them for that is all i am capable of doing.
All pictures copyrights are reversed to the original photographer....on flickr...sorry i steal it and show to the world...Just love it too much to ask permissions....