The story on his face stopped me dead in my tracks.I walked up slow and bent down low to be eye to eye with him out of respect.He was sitting on a stump.I introduced myself and he answered back with”Its nice to meet you,my name is Mack”. I asked him how long he had been on the street’s and he answered fast,10 years.I have heard that before and too be honest with you i cant even comprehend that harrowing hell for a night much less 10 years.I had one more question,he answered hard and it hurt.I said “Do you think you’ll ever get out?” and he looked directly into the lens and said one word “Never”.This is that moment.Mack is First Nation indian.Winnipeg,Canada.
Leica M240,35mm lens
© Nikki Sixx Photography
Sagano Bamboo Forest, Japan
Located in the Arashiyama district on the west outskirts of Kyoto, Japan.
Behold The Hounds of Geevor. These whimsical dogs are the work of British artist David Kemp, who uses found objects to create his art, “particularly discarded remnants of the mining industry in his area, on the Tinner’s Coast in Cornwall. Twenty years ago, he was alerted about a mountain of old boots that were to be buried, so he salvaged them.”
A friend, working on the maintenance staff at Geevor, watched a mechanical digger burying a pile of redundant miners boots, & gave me a shout, I drove over & filled my pickup with the discarded boots, not knowing what I might do with them. This discarded footwear was to become THE HOUNDS OF GEEVOR.
“Relics of a vast subterranean workforce that rarely saw the light of day, each of these Hounds fed up to three & a half families (seven boots per dog). Released from their underground labours, they now wander the clifftops, looking for a proper job”
David’s awesome rubber hounds proved so popular that he was commissioned to cast them in bronze for downtown Redruth in Cornwall. And he continues to make delightful dogs out of foorwear. Follow David’s blog to see more.
Whenever you see a big dog and a little dog, the little dog is the asshole.
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.
For personal reasons, this is the greatest thing ever!