His name would have been just as important as understanding his plight but from my perspective, all I could unscramble from how he laid on the floorboard was thinking how thankful he must be for having found a tranquil spot in an often bustling setting.
We both happen to be at the South Street Seaport just simply in different locations. Having walked the popular tourist attraction for 2 hours, I took a rest on the 3rd level which is where you’d get the highest quality panoramic view of the Brooklyn Bridge. Yet somehow my point of interest wasn’t so much with what I assume everyone else was looking at, it was more on what everyone was avoiding to acknowledge which was this faceless person.
One of the few subjects I’m reluctant to photograph is homeless people. I think they’re frequently misunderstood yet wonderful subjects but somehow I would feel more comfortable having the opportunity to know them first before taking away the very little they already have.
Most of the time they linger around public places so it’s technically legal to photograph them but the question of whether it’s degrading to their characters comes to play. I would like for them to feel that they as a person have been noticed and acknowledged and not just treated as another photo opportunity where you can increase it’s appeal by converting what you shot to black & white and labeling it art.