“He went crazy, I’ve never seen him like this before” said a friend of the homeless guy who was being arrested. That’s how the State deals with mental illness. With jail instead of hospital, cuffs instead of treatment and police instead of doctors. Berkeley — CA.
Gray Area
analog photo essay depicting gentrification in the San Francisco Bay Area
wet paint or street Yin Yang. Oakland — CA.
caste system. San Francisco — CA.
“ Walking to Death
I’m always walking to nowhere I need to be, and very few people care if I make it there. My presence makes them uncomfortable. And they avoid looking at me, like they would a person they’ve failed, or an unsightly corpse. I was once someone’s child, full of life. Today I’m a homeless. A dead man walking.”
— By Jose M Saldana
poem I read once in the Street Sheet newspaper
hide in plain sight
say nothing is all they say
Market Street, San Francisco — CA.
society avoids looking to homeless eyes. move people’s feelings through suffering expressions in pictures is not on my to do list, I’d rather show them how they’re not seeing the whole frame, by taking the shots with missing elements, covered faces, instigate the viewer to wonder and change their point of view daily. None of the shots were staged.
a street artist with his puppies.
street call
stay dry.
keep warm.
Lease sign thrown away beside a huge pile of furniture that stayed on the street for a couple weeks in the Mission neighborhood.
