At the corner of Granville Street and West 10th Avenue is a location for high-end stores such as Restoration Hardware and Edward Chapman for Women. People could afford to purchase expensive furniture and clothing. I would say this is a vibrant part of town.
For a year, early morning en route to work, I paid attention to the tenants on the street and captured images with my iPad.
Summer: Homeless feeding the pigeons with bread crumbs. It was warm summer morning. The requirement for the day, umbrella to shield him from the sweltering heat.
Fall is a lovely time of the year. Warm weather.
Winter snow dusting for snow angels.
Spring is bitter. One must erect a fort for a suitable shelter, a shield from the wind and constant rain.
Homelessness is nothing new to me.
In the Philippines, we lived close to the slum area. My mother, as a philanthropist, she hired poor people to do laundry for us. One of them is Gloria.
Gloria lives in the slum. She has goiter probably due to poor nutrition, a single mother and she brings her son to work.
I became close to her son as one of my playmates. Sometimes, I visited them at their house. Having exposure to the people in the slum, imperfect as they are, they help one another. There was so much fun playing running up and down the boardwalk in the ghetto. We are all equal. Being poor then, life was simple.
Meanwhile, in Vancouver, the issue is more complicated. I have seen tent cities. They are unacceptable. The government wants to provide affordable housing, but the community does not want them in their area.
They are humans just like you and me. Their needs may not be the same as ours, but they are just as great as ours.