This child watched through a broken window as we worked inside. It’s times like this when the natural, uncontrived symbolism of circumstance just presents itself to you and all you have to do is click. There was not pretence, no staging, no crap. Just reality. It still engages me now. Look at his eyes. What is he thinking? He’s aching. He is full on aching.
How can I help them more, how can I help them more, how can I help them more…
Please give if you can or pass it on to someone else. That’s giving too.
All proceeds to charity.