riding home today
i passed a pile of personal belongings
spread out on the street
i almost didn't photograph it
there was such a sense of tragedy,
of lives ripped apart
it was gut wrenching.
i also have the same feeling whenever i go past a pile of what might be personal belongings.............i am so emotionally attached to some of my stuff that i would never get rid of it............let alone abandon it in a random street.................