sharon said: "when i was homeless, i used to live under the bridge".i commented:"it is kind of cool to say: i lived under the bridge". she looked at me, took a drag, exhaled and said:"it is kind of cool, but it is not a good thing".

she added: "the 5pm is the worst time when you are homeless. everyone is having dinner and you are just sitting in the field, all alone".

sharon likes to roll "drum" tobacco. "american spirit" is ok sometimes, but too bitter for her.

two roman like columns, city in the foreground with its countless buildings and a working crane. in the midst of it, a man sleeping on the ground. grey blanket over him. i photographed and walked away towards downtown and its morning life.

a simple portrait.

foggy morning. early. i was heading home. i don't know where he was going.

when he woke up, i handed him a dollar. he was surprised.

it was a short cigarette break. he was a line cook and the lunch shift was busy. missoula.

his body language said he was tired.

his pizza had everything on it and lots of black olives. missoula.

he was preocupied with tieing his "new" shoes. i passed by a garbage can. his very old shoes were on top of it.

the night was falling. the caned chili was cold. the doors were closed.

"club mantra" welcomes all.

early morning. sunday. pioneer square.white coffee cup- tipped. someone's body in a state of half-sleep, tipped like the white coffee cup.

quiet neighborhood. a man laying down. in a distance, and coming closer,a loud siren. i make my first exposure.fire truck arrives. firemen come out. i make the second exposure and they make an eye contact with me. man laying down raises his arm upon questioning.i make my third exposure and fireman makes another eye contact with me. time to go then.