A Possession
I encountered this homeless man in Philadelphia early one morning in March of 2009. He was kind, compassionate, and only had one real possession: an old radio.
He was kind enough to be allow me to photograph him. When he asked what he should do I suggested he pick up the radio. It was the way he looked at it that will always stay with me. I gave him whatever cash I had on me at the time and never saw him again.
This picture will forever haunt me.
He was kind enough to be allow me to photograph him. When he asked what he should do I suggested he pick up the radio. It was the way he looked at it that will always stay with me. I gave him whatever cash I had on me at the time and never saw him again.
This picture will forever haunt me.





