
No parking.


No Boats.

Senator signs.

Governor sits.

No boathouse.
Photography Thinks

No parking.


No Boats.

Senator signs.

Governor sits.

No boathouse.

This is the bar at Breakwaters, now known as Underwaters.

They saved the ice maker.

Long walk to Lois. Cleaning up the garbage.

No pickups.

And no bike path.

Raw and rainy in Burlington. He slept under a porch, somewhere, before heading back to the stoop.

Windsong couldn’t go to work due to the weather. Her smile brightened up the dreary day, which was no small task.

Park benches offer a place to sit, stare, and think. Public space available rain or shine.
The Lake has a mind and a body of its own.

Echo

Boat rental

A Lake Monster

Another Lake Monster

Ummm

Walkway to Lois McClure

Perkin’s Pier

Rainy and windy and cool. Weather only fit for those who do street.

Paul’s on the street again. Worked. Hadn’t been paid at painting job. Lost his room at Oxford House. Slept on the street last night.

Still trying to get home to Texas.

Who is Debbie?

Somebody stole Mark’s bike at the shelter. He bought another one.

Penguin’s trying to get her kid back. Went to school. They wouldn’t give her the kid’s records.

Early Sunday, I found him on Church Street. “Where did you sleep last night?” “I got wasted and woke up on the bike path.”
I gave him a dollar. “Now, you are talking my language,” he said. “Are you a capitalist,” I asked? “I would be if Obama wasn’t President.”

Michael and I did the COTS (committee for temporary shelter). We were sponsors on Lorna’s team.

Along the way, we met Duckie and his friend, just sitting.

Strong Sunday.

Lorna danced behind the drums which led the demonstration. Her daughter works for COTS, a group helping homeless.

Not sure exactly what this is, but it looks like someoneo left in a hurry.

Lake Champlain has not risen this high since 1862. Not around to see that event, but I, along with others will remember this overfilling of the tub. Heavy rains. Lots of snow. Water needs somewhere to go.

The omnipresent Champ keeps watch.

Girls just want to have fun.

Or, just sit in the sun.
Amazing how handsome he looks when he doesn’t drink.
So I am out for a walk to the store. “Got any change,” he says. “If I can take your picture?” “Oh, its you.” Who did you think it was?” “Don’t you have enough pictures of me.” “Not yet.” “I stopped drinking. Got my medical marijuana. And, I am working on getting my place back.”