Roadside Reader 1

I saw him daily on my morning commute. His house was the wall of a park, and sometimes he was stretched out on the wall, asleep.

In the photo, his shirts hang on a line next to him. The sack leaning against the wall gives away his profession; he collects waste and sells it for a living.

And whatever he's reading seems to be of life-and-death import.

Photo taken on November 18, 2009.