09/29/2024
He was there when we got seated; still there when we left. There's probably a lot of untold memories going through his mind. Because he's all alone. Or he could be just a happy camper enjoying his Sunday morning in his own little world.
I didn't want to photograph this, but I couldn't help but see the beauty behind that sadness. Artists get praised for capturing the moment. They're also the villains that put on the facade and lie to the world. Those who appreciate this photo will still never know what he's been through in his life.