Bridges

Bridges
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Stories moved by this dusty road
Paved by maple leaves once above
Extending their reach to the sun
Allowing us to run further
Closer to find ourselves distanced by illusions

Reflecting light against opening doors
Whispering violently
Pushing doors
With waves this vast ocean spoke of
Greater Visions beneath the horizon
Against valleys of separation
Joyous to know there's peace
Between bridges that led us nowhere
But home
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Description: An original poem I wrote today, to go along with these shots from the other day in the snow, taking some time away from the house... down the street actually to enjoy the snow flakes past me by, with birds chirping in the background while the loud humans are tucked away in their beds watching Netflix. I did not edit this shot. All settings were directly set on camera. Even the snow created a soft effect on my polarizer filter

A Man of Struggle

Walking in the city of Chicago on my last night visiting, I was taking pictures of the city and while I was on the North Bridge, I saw this man (homeless) trying to make a buck blowing bubbles. I asked him if I was able to take some portraits of him and offered six bucks for the time. He agreed, and I handed him his money. He asked with a grin, "Do you have makeup in that bag for me?" I then said, "Nope, not today. I forgot to bring it for you and I to get pretty." We both laughed. We then assumed position and he started to wave bubbles in the air as I shot away. Here in this shot, I asked to have him sit down so I can take a portrait. After I was done he said, "You can always come back and take pictures of me." I then said, "Most definitely man, thank you for letting me take pictures of you!" Shook his hand and we went about our ways.

This is a man that lost his home, family, and just trying to make it. His name is Al who lives in the city of Chicago, Illinois