I woke up this morning to find a lady soaking wet and shivering. I have seen her many times in and around town. and she definitely has a presence. Her name is Rachel. She was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. spent her childhood with her mother who raised and trained horses. She loves art and was once going to school for it up at Lane Community College. During those years at school she had remained clean and sober, but something along the way led her astray. And now has spent many cold nights wet and lonely in the streets of Eugene, Oregon. I am not trying to exploit homeless for my love of photography. I am showing them that I care for them by taking their picture that says something. Nothing happy nothing sad. just show a fucking moment of true reality and true grit. Showing how REAL life can be. this one thing makes me feel so alive. is to spend the time and talk with those who have truly lived. Seen so much. and have come so far..it really lets me let go of lifes ratrace and I feel so close with them in that very moment. whatever it may be I have an affinity for those who struggle and have struggled, and I have this burning desire to constantly dig deeper into their lives and those around them.