Paul and I talked recently outside the studio that it has nearly been a year that he has been on the streets, and that I took his picture after his first night of sleeping rough. A scan through Lightroom found that it was July 29th 2015, I remember him down on Carroll Creek, thoroughly miserable but with hope it would only be a day or two.
Since then he has really struggled, several offers of housing, none seem to quite work out and he is a fixture outside Starbucks most days. He's a harmless soul and that might be his biggest problem, I often see him in the company of those who would encourage what at heart is a meandering innocence to make poor decisions.
So today he's still out there, dripping wet under an awning when I last saw him at lunchtime, always smiling and saying hello to everyone, innocence mixed with hope.
Oh yeah - coffee - "with cream please"