  A homeless man supplicates himself to Mecca in the shade of the Hwy 290 overpass as the sun calls to an end another working day, and all I can do is watch, finger on the shutter button. A brief pause in his prayers as he sees me. I put my camera away. Will this be the question of my art? What will I show to the world? And what will I keep, what of these subtle beauties, for my own eyes and memory alone? In an art where you reveal the world as is - what is made less sacred in the showing? and what is made more? How am I supposed to decide that? Who am I to make that call? 
