The Price of Being Housed There is something absurd about becoming homeless and discovering that, in at least one important way, my life improved. I’m eating better. Meat. Vegetables. Salads. Fruit. Yogurt. Eggs. Potatoes. Pasta. Actual cooked meals with variety. …
I’m Homeless. I’m Eating Better. Something Is Broken. Read more »
When people think about homelessness, this is often the image that comes to mind. A bench. A shopping cart. Everything someone owns piled together. It’s a real image. It’s also an incomplete one. My experience doesn’t look like this. Tonight …
Every day has a headline somewhere. This wasn’t one of them. These photographs were made during a single lunch hour on one block of Richter Street in Kelowna. A restaurant opens for lunch. A delivery arrives. Shelter staff prepare lunch. …