I have a series of photographs of the homeless in America. There is such a range of attitudes, beliefs and hope for those living on the streets homeless, a title of a song about our lost and neglected population. It is heartbreaking to see elderly people feeding themselves from trash cans and struggling for survival on the streets of Los Angeles. I had just finished lunch when I saw this relatively young and clean cut man scanning the sidewalk trash bin for his food. Charlie and I had eaten a lovely lunch at a Beverly Hills popular Italian trattatoria. I observed that so many people turned away and walked past him as if he did not exist. Carrying tomorrow's lunch (our leftovers) was a striking contrast to our lifestyle and instead of ignoring his obvious hunger, we did not turn away. It sometimes amazes me how many people can pretend not to see and in silent rejection massively deny what is tragically undeniable. This is a crisis in every major city and my hope is that instead of spending money on bling and ammunition, people will reassess their priorities. Every penny counts to these homeless outcasts of society. The appreciation I receive from helping as much as I can is immesurable. At the end of the day, I saw one homeless man with 25.00 cents in his cup who blessed me for giving him enough money for food that would last several days. Although he was silent, his eyes thanked us as he turned to walk away. I will be uploading more photographs illustrating the fact that homeless does not necessarily mean the individual is a hopeless burden to society condemning them by only believing that they are alcoholics or don't even exist. The truth is many struggle every day to stay alive and bear the criticism of of those who one day could land in the same circumstance. "Silent rejection whenever you see my face but deep inside your glances burn, liquid release is running down my throat, deceitful warmth fullfills my bones No place to rest, no home to stay no life to live, no role to play the fear of living day by day No god exists that I can pray society that I obey the poison leads me to decay Forging my will to stand this test of time throughout the land search for my fate, sometimes I feel ephemeral hope in me rising, but expect my aim beyond the wall.