Footprint

By littleblips

9:30am

I thought this fellow was addressing me as I took a few photos. I was smartly corrected by him bellowing, 'I'm not talking to you- I'm talking to the baby!' Right.

Just after that the cops rolled up. This shot is his moment of contemplation before deciding to move off, but they had come to talk with him and escorted him away.

An older woman dressed like a teenager with black lipstick and nails asked me if I had any change to spare. She also vanished once the police arrived.

These two weren't the only down-on-his-luck folks I saw in the hour I was in town. Overseeing it all were businessmen nursing take-away coffee.

Comments New comments are not currently accepted on this journal.