When I was out taking street photography recently, I grabbed these two shots separately. But I knew when I took the one, the other needed to go next to it.
The guy on the right, his toes were gnarled and bloody. I was too sensitive to a certain level of respect and discretion not to run around and get him from the front.
It was nasty, though.
The woman on the left represents a superfluous display of wealth.
I write on this blog that I am in some way fortunate to be faced with utter wealth and filthy poor, sometimes within steps of each other.
We are similar. We are different. And money makes both worse.