One early morning in Haji Ali, I saw this street dweller with her pet parrot. The lady had barely enough for herself, but the parrot seemed well fed and cared for.
I thought the lady might be a commercial sex worker. I found myself staring, almost as if I was looking for clues to her life. What was I looking for? I don't know...her possessions were pitiful. I felt guilty photographing her poverty, invading her privacy. I wonder if this is how some journalists feel, like trespassers.
I thought the lady might be a commercial sex worker. I found myself staring, almost as if I was looking for clues to her life. What was I looking for? I don't know...her possessions were pitiful. I felt guilty photographing her poverty, invading her privacy. I wonder if this is how some journalists feel, like trespassers.
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oooooooh, there are so many comments to make on this, but i am going restrain to one.
My 2 cents on taking pictures of "misery". I dont do it. I am surprised you put it up here. interesting....
It was the parrot. The darn bird was making all sorts of noises, like a living alarm clock. I simply couldn't resist it!
since you brought the parrot up: IMO, the one who is more miserable is the bird in the cage. take a look at my blog, i put a pic of a free bird in there :)
For a month I lived on New York's Lower East Side. Every evening I would purchase a Times, and could not fail to notice a half-dozen regular street-walking prostitutes near the news stand. They seemed reasonably attractive. But strolling the neighborhood one morning I passed an alley-way and saw them and some friends sleeping on cardboard boxes. The daylight revealed their dirt -- and suffering.
nice posting..just going thru all ur postings..
these r really worth reading !!
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