when there is nothing good to eat.

what the fuck is he doing with his hand?!

luckily hump is not going to be here very much longer. by the next election we can fix these horrid things he is promoting.

2/ one of the little pages from touch of magic, page 4. going to try a color-a-long now.

media: colored pencils: caran d'ache pablos, derwent lightfast (purples), bruyzneel, faber castell polychromos, derwent chinese white, white gel pen, gold gel pen.

#klaramarkova
#klaramarkovacoloringbook

who does he think he is, that he can tell grocery stores what to do. may karma visit him and send him the same kind of energy he is doling out. there needs to be consequences for his actions.

"Rollins’ USDA sent out a letter just last week instructing grocery stores not to supply food to SNAP recipients at a discounted rate. " can you imagine being so small, so vile, you would not only cut SNAP for vulnerable children you would tell grocery stores to not give a discount for food.

the linked story is all about venezuela and other countries, not about crackdowns for trump supporters.

they should be physically fit to do the job of chasing bad guys. all this guy chases is the donut cart.

10/ #portrait
#documentaryphotograpy

9/ although he may talk of hope, the catch in his voice says there is no cause for optimism. he put on a tough face when i photographed him.

music from the church whispered in the air.

“praise-the-lord kind of music,” kenny said.

8/ you see, he has hopes and plans of getting a job, living in a house; each plan dependent on the success of the other. if one fails, the rest topple like dominoes and kenny remains homeless.

7/ “we have a close community down here [north of main street.] most of them [the homeless] don’t want to be bad people. lots of street people volunteer at local charities,” he said proudly.

“i’m not a normal street person.”

6/ he reached for a cigarette but looked at me and put it away. i told him please, go ahead.

he smoked and we talked. he wasn’t sleeping rough he said, he went to desert manna, the homeless shelter, at night. during the day, he just sat somewhere or wandered around downtown.

5/ we sat on the wall in front of the church. in a quiet voice he explained how he ended up where he was — it all started with the death of his wife.

many of the men i talk to seemed to have lost their way when they lost their wives. women are more resilient. men break easier.

4/ fear and depression, a common denominator. street people are intimidated, too frightened to smile at the nice lady with the camera.

i explained my project, as i do to everyone i photograph and asked if he would talk with me; would he mind if i took his picture.

3/

so smile he did, revealing a mouth full of rotten or broken teeth — or spaces where teeth should be.

being on the street must be incredibly scary. when i met james a while back, he too looked afraid, as did bobby.

2/

he was cowed and hunched as if he was trying to sink into himself, become smaller, easier to overlook. don’t make eye contact. stay out of the way.

as i came near i smiled. he looked frightened.

i said, “come on, you have to smile back when someone smiles at you. it’s ok.”

he is just SO cute, fabulous beautiful eyes.

i am a photographer, i notice those things. what a great game. i hope this is an indication of what kind of pitcher he going to be as he matures.

why is the master race all obese? maybe that one lady not so much but the rest haven't learned how to not stuff themselves silly at the maga party buffets.