On daily hikes along Santa Monica Boulevard, I see all kinds of people … shoppers, bikers, hikers, young families, couples, retirees, tourists, students, pets and their owners. I also encounter many ragged transients.
That busy street is the final stretch of the famed 2,500-mile U.S. Route 66 from Chicago to California’s Pacific shore. Ever on the move, the homeless carry their few possessions to the coast, or downtown Los Angeles, or anywhere they can find shelter.
Though now outcasts, they once were schoolkids, soldiers, parents, store clerks, truck drivers and other members of accepted society. My never-posed photo images mirror the tragedy of their wasted lives today … ignored, aimless, anonymous and forgotten.