Homeless of Missoula

One of our assignments was to step out onto the streets of Missoula and photograph an interaction between two or more people, trying to tell a story again with only three photographs. I found a group of homeless people, several Native Americans from the Blackfeet tribe and one Caucasian male. The portrait I took of the latter—a broken face with a one way sign in the background—may be the best photograph, and the saddest, of the week. It was about 10 a.m. when I ran into these folks, and the men were already quite drunk. I bought them some food after taking some pictures, but they weren't interested. They thanked me and then asked me if I could buy them a few beers. I couldn't.