Miguel DeLeon



I met Paul by chance watching him wander aimlessly in the brush below a bluff I had pulled over at in order to gather my thoughts. When he got closer I called out to him asking how he was doing “Not good” he said unable to make eye contact with me. We had a conversation unrushed by time or the need to fill in the silent gaps. Recently hit by hard times he is homeless and sleeping in a tent hidden in some bushes. The previous night he had lost his cat named Dreamer and feared that she had been prey to a snake or a predatory bird in the area. I asked him if I could come back later under better light and photograph him. He has let me know that his cat showed back up the next morning.