I've been working up the courage to begin a 100 Stranger project. Last night it began with Mark Anthony (Tony to his friends). Tony is 44 years old. He's homeless in Austin, living in the nearby "woods". While I could smell the faint odor of alchohol, Tony seemed sober and coherent. Over the course of our conversation Tony mentioned owning 2 bars and a plumbing business...all lost to a crack addiction. Tony has been off crack for 5 years now, but shamefully mentioned an alcohol addiction. I told him I thought he was doing just fine, and sometimes you just do what you can.
Have you ever had a sweaty homeless man give you a hug on a 95 degree evening? It warms the heart and touches your soul.
Tony showed me a busted knuckle. "Fight?" I asked. "Yes", he told me, "with a man of my own race". Tony mentioned being afraid to go back to where he'd been sleeping because this guy had a hatchett.
He is my 1st stranger in the Flickr challenge to shoot photos of 100 strangers: www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/