Venice, Italy 2013

From the table of an outdoor café, where passes an endless parade of life, I observe a fair and common example of what it means to be alive. Scurrying along the roadside, a rat follows the scent of something deliciously repugnant. No one vouches for this lowly beast, or provides it with the sustenance it craves. It is both literally and profoundly alone. The creature is one among thousands that thrive in this urban wilderness. It has been given the same chances at life, endow...