I spent most of this past week with my family who was visiting from out of town. We took in all the sights that Atlanta had to offer, so needless to say that my series of focus feel to the weigh side for the weekend. But I was able to print some images from the weekends before and came across several images I had missed. One in particular of a young man on his way to oblivion smoking a rollie with the word "lost" tattooed on his knuckles. It has become apparent that as an outsider looking in on this side of life, I have been unable to describe what I see when I look at these people. This image so simple and direct seems to sum it up for me personally, that all my subjects are "lost", in some way or form
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