
Last week, I had the pleasure of flying down to Houston, Texas for a few family shoots my brother Michael hooked me up with. It was definitely a new experience for me traveling outside of my "area" and meeting and shooting five families in two days. As always, the nerves kicked in at first - you always want to do your best for people - but also, I didn't want to embarrass my brother by taking bad pictures of his co-workers and friends.
When my brother and I arrived at Hermann Park that first day before my first shoot, we came across a lady singing from the top of her lungs on one of the park benches. We walked by her, said hi, and waited for the family to arrive. After a few minutes, Michael decided to go wait by the parking lot, so while I was eyeing a few spots, I walked over and started chatting up with the songstress.
She said she has been homeless for 2 years. A victim of Katrina from New Orleans, she moved to Houston and has been here ever since. She was a rather good spirited woman - and you probably have to be, to be singing as much as she was being homeless.
She had a bible on her lap...and after about 5 minutes of talking, she broke into reciting scripture for me with the rhythm and cadence as if I were in a black church. After a few more minutes, she stopped and said:
"You see that guy over there?"
I looked over and saw another guy sitting about 30 feet away...looking quite homeless.
She points to him and says, "that guy over there...you know, he tried to stab me with a knife. He put it up to me and I fought him off."
OOOOOKKKKK. She started pointing at him and talking about what he did to her. All that was going through my mind was, "Uh, what did I get myself into." I wanted her to stop pointing at the guy... I didn't want him coming over and joining our conversation.
Then she said, "See, there he go..." I freak out thinking he's coming up behind me. But, he was just moving to another bench. We talk a bit more. She also told me her daughter died a while ago. She also talked a bit more about life in general. By that time, I see Michael talking to the family we were waiting for so I told her it was nice talking to her and that I hoped I wouldn't see her again next year if I came back to Houston. She just laughed and said bye and started singing again. I asked if I could take a picture before I left and she smiled and waved ok.
So thank you Ms. Jacqueline.