To see or not to see.

Amidst the massive sculptures and frenzy of the crowd in Plaza Botero in Medellin Colombia, A half man levers his way across my my field of vision and I instinctively shoot his photograph. I am confused, humbled, I feel guilty, I am scared of him. He could be any of us. He could be me. I tell my self that it is important to look at hard things, it is my job to be the eyes of the world .I question my fear and my motives. I feel voyeuristic. I need to cleanse my self and I stoop to give him money he did not ask for. He swings himself closer to me, removes the glue bottle from his mouth and looks deep into into my eyes from a place far away . For a moment, I see more than I wanted to... He does not thank me. He will not let me off that easy. He just gently puts me in my place, and goes on with his life.