He was another face in the crowd, until he came into focus.
Was he a war veteran? Did he had friends or family lost in Iraq? Was he just another bum?
I shot him from a distance. On hindsight I should've went up to him and listened to what he has to say.
He sheds a tear, the weather turns moody as if to sympathize with how he's feeling beneath that tattooed skull.
I turned away, misty-eyed.
4 comments:
touching. they could have been fighting someone's war... anyway, where were these shots taken? tastefully taken.
Santa Monica Pier
sad..it makes u sit there n really look deep in2 ur soul,abt life n death,abt happiness and how alota ppl takes tings..and pple, for granted..dun u tink?
I'm impressed with your site, very nice graphics!
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