Me, I had to zoom five floors down from my hotel room window to the street below to capture this image — a mother and child selling a few things by the sidewalk on a late, rainy afternoon. But I know that this gesture is never enough. Aside from this fleeting attention I gave them, none will see or hear them amidst the chaos of the city street except those with a passing need of their items or with plans of taking advantage of their weaknesses.
Later, I went to bed bothered then was awakened in the middle of the night by the loud noises and seeming violence on the street below. I staggered out of bed half awake and, through my glass window, quickly surveyed the spot where I found them. I can figure out a number of drunks, some cars and a few hookers on the dimly lit street but can’t find them. They have gone to the safety of whatever they call home for the night. That was my hope.