I was walking around downtown looking for homeless people to take their picture for a project of mine. This man approached me and asked for some change so he and his wife could get home. He looked somewhat disheveld and slightly nervous. Perhaps he was new to panhandling. I agreed to help him out and asked if i could take his picture for my project. He agreed and i took several photos of him against the brick wall. I then gave him a dollar and he was very thankful. I walked about ten steps away then turned around because i forgot to ask his name. He then shrieked...collapsed...and started seizing. Shaking, gasping, spittle comming from his mouth. Several people rushed to his aid...some ran off to find help...some just watched as i did. I dont know what compelled me to take the subsequent photos, but i did. The ambulance came and took him away. I dont know what happened to him or if he was ok. When he fell the dollar i gave him as well as others blew away. It was a rather windy day.
wrote an excellent poem about the experience after i told her the story... make sure you check it out [link]
it was also suggest that i sell prints and give the profits to the homeless or that man, if ever i see him again... so thats what ill do... all profits from the sale of this print will go twoards the homeless ...but i doubt anyone will want a print of this