Monday, January 7, 2008


I once had a very curious relationship with a homeless man in NYC.  I worked at a gallery and one of my jobs was to evict Moses from our entrance every morning.  I found out that he was a Vietnam vet who just couldn't get himself back together.  I came across him in another context on one of my photography expeditions.  He was foraging for scrap metal in the hope of getting back on his feet.  His dream was to get out of the city and find some peace in the country.  One day he was gone.  Years later I came across an old black and white photo I had taken of him.  I worked in photoshop with several photos to finally give him that avenue to the country.
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