I have walked down the streets in San Francisco sucking myself in holding my breath and desperately trying to practice the dead eyes that move on quickly past the poor, the hungry, the charlatans, the hurting, the homeless, the sick, the beaten and addicted souls that live on the edge of my otherwise comfortable life.
I don't like what I think when I see you. I don't want to be afraid.
I want to look and to see, but more than that I want to let myself be seen and be the person brave enough not to look away.
I found Tom Stone's online gallery today. He has captured some of the faces I have passed by and over and today I really saw them for the first time ... I am ashamed. His work is remarkable and best described in his own words:
"I photograph people who skirt the edges of things; people whose connection to the broader flow is murky or obscured. Mistaken as more, less or different than they are; they aren’t really seen and don’t really belong. That’s everyone sometimes; but some more often. I try to establish a line for a moment. I hope to connect. And I see the most beautiful and the most heartbreaking things." please continue reading Tom Stone's statement here
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
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