Another image from my time spent in the airport last Friday.
People watching has to be the best free entertainment in the world. It is captivating and the hours pass by so quickly when there are people to observe. This image may not be the best technically, but I love it. It speaks volumes and images that tell stories are, to me, the best. I had my shutter speed set to 60 and was actually focusing on the man looking at magazines when the others quickly popped into the frame. The result – significant motion blur. Does it bother me? Not all. To me it defines what air travel is – fast paced and often rushed, at least in my world.
There is a woman on Facebook who posts daily, if not multiple times a day, that I love to follow. Her page is titled “Humans of New York”. Her photos are fantastic and they totally capture the diversity and uniqueness of humans living in New York City and the surrounding area.
During a recent trip into the city we strolled through Central Park. This is just one of many fascinating sights and it reminded me so much of “Humans of New York.”
“How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?” – Vincent Van Gogh
Do you ever think like Van Gogh? I do. I’m still contemplating the answer…what can it be?
“If you judge people you have no time to love them.” – Mother Theresa
Just as I was leaving a restaurant in New York City this person approached me and asked if I could spare money so that he could buy something to eat. I replied, “if you are hungry, I’ll buy you something here.” I asked the woman behind the counter to let him order and told her that I would pay for his lunch and drink. The friend I was with shared the cost of the meal with me. It was less than $15, but it made this person smile for a moment. After he ordered his food, and we paid the bill, the man sat down. As I was leaving I thought to ask if I could photograph him. He left an impression on me. I have no idea why he didn’t have enough money to purchase his own meal, but my heart went out to him. Some people may say I’m a sucker…but I don’t think so. I like to help when I can and I cannot judge anyone for the hardships they have fallen upon. A large portion of homeless people suffer from significant mental illness. Mental illness can afflict anyone at any time. I realize there are others who simply make bad choices and end up on the streets for various reasons. But who am I to judge them? That isn’t my place. So, I try to help in the little ways I can, hoping to make a difference when possible – even if it is very small. One thing my family and I do when we are traveling in, or visiting, the city is to take the left-overs from our meals, that we cannot take with us and give them to the first homeless person we see. You can’t imagine the responses we’ve had when doing this. People appreciate such small tokens of generosity. It’s food for thought for the next time you are traveling in a city with a population of homelessness. If you don’t want to give them money, give them your left-overs.
I apologize for the glare in the glasses, I know it is annoying. It was a very quick shot and I didn’t want to ask him to remove his glasses.