FEATURED in Special Moments
Black and white photograph of a homeless man sleeping on cardboard that he had placed between himself and the cold concrete slab, covered in a blanket I assume he had received from the mission down the street wearing only socks on his feet.
He was lying in the corner of a commercial brick building that had been abandoned, condemned which was located just two blocks away from the Seattle waterfront and less than a block away from the busy streets and walkways of sports stadiums for the Seahawks, Sonics, and Mariner’s all major sports teams for the State of Washington.
Many people walked by here including myself…I lived on this street and that is how I saw this man, I lived in one of the warehouses, the abandoned, condemned commercial buildings that were converted into condominiums. I noticed the man only because I was always attracted to the door.
Door 5 the door that was incredibly interesting to me for its multiple colors, textures, design and life as I saw it because maybe it was my attractions to color, history, visual interest…but, this time I noticed something different and what I saw changed my view of my wonderfully interesting door with so much character, so much color, so much life, history forever.
This time there was a human being lying on the ground in front of my wonderful door and I realized that the door did not have any color anymore, the door did not have life, the door did not have history for me and did not matter-what mattered to me instead was the man. The human being had color, life, history, and he mattered to me.
It changed everything for me because it made me realize that I was not seeing the true life, the true history, the true wonderful color of the city and that is when I began photographing people of the city and began my gentrification series.
That moment, that man…the man I brought coffee to (he was upset though that I woke him up but that’s another story) changed my perspective and my way of seeing…Door 5 is a very special door-of course this photograph was taken more than a few years ago and of course it is no longer there anymore.
I remember my brother would take his children to see sports played at the arenas on this street. H, you walked by this door every time you took the family to all those soccer games and baseball games. You may have noticed the door or not, I do not know for sure but I can bet you remember all the vendors lined up along street.
I remember all the vendors selling all sorts of food and souvenirs but it is the food that I remember the most-all the smells of the food, the popcorn and hot dogs and too-sweet soda.
The smells used to drive me crazy when I lived there on that street. Just above all of those vendors.
I bet it was wonderful for you and the children though as you all walked down that city street that was closed off just for the special events. Remember those special days and the excitement and the energy of the city? I look forward to us all going to a game soon. I will bet you-on that day I won’t mind all of those smells as we all walk down the city street together…a different perspective, a different time.