Lake Street on Sunday Sometimes I walk down Lake Street. Even though I know I could just hop on the 21 bus that passes me, spraying winter sludge every 10 minutes and get there faster, sometimes I simply prefer to walk. And NOT because I'm looking to make some money, as so many men inquire.
"No, no that's ok"æ yes, I'm sure!"àI walk to observe, sometimes with my camera as a tool, for taking pictures, but also for meeting people.
"Excuse me, could I take your picture for a project I'm doing?"ÃÂ "HELL NO!"ÃÂ "No, no, it's just for me, for fun. It won't be printed anywhere."ÃÂ "Girl, don't come near me with that camera!"ÃÂ A bystander tells me it's because he's doing illegal business and he thinks I'm with the police.
"Little girl, could I take your picture?"à"Are you with the newspaper? Am I gonna be famous? Ooooooh yeah! Take my picture! And my little sister too"æ ok, now with both of us together.
WE'RE GONNA BE FA-MOUS! WE'RE GONNA BE FA-MOUS!!"ÃÂ Often, people approach me, and sometimes, they don't even try to get me to sell my body of buy crack.
A man around Nicollet: "You see, I'm homeless, and since it's against the law to panhandle, I offer my services to people in hopes that they will give me some money to buy my next meal. I write poetry and sing songs, and if you would like, I could sing you a song or recite a poem."à"Well, I do have one dollar that I was going to use for bus fare, and I can give it to you and just keep walking, that is, if you could help me as well. I'm taking pictures for a project. If you would let me take a picture of you, I would love to hear one of your poems."à"That sounds fair. Would you like a poem of gospel or love?"à"Love, please."àAnd he flows for a good couple minutes"æ "Our bodies, like electricity, currents rushing through, rushing through, rushing through"æ Then I took his picture and we talked like friends, and slowly wandered our separate ways