Views of Santa Barbara by Dan Seibert
I was thinking about a Thanksgiving theme, and my neighborhood “homeless.”
These photos are a few years old, all taken in the driveway of my apartment. On the other side of the fence I have listened to conversations of multiple homeless people. They have shared beers and food, talked about their lives, and used the driveway as their bed and bathroom. I never confronted them or call the police. After they would leave I cleaned up the urine, feces and trash. Why? Because I always thought I had it so much better. I’m thankful for what I’ve got.
(I pixelated one photo of feces, no need to make it gross.)