One of the things that struck me when I walked by First and Main, is I was not in the 1930’s, but I easily could have been. The line might have been longer for soup perhaps, but the same despair was on the street corner. The only difference between these people and those in the depression is simply the style of clothing. High above the doorway the name of the Madame who once ran a brothel here, Matilda Winehill is carved in stone. How she managed to get her name up there is a real curiosity.
Breakfast time at the The Bread of Life Mission in Pioneer Square Seattle. Black and white Feeding the enduring homeless.