While teaching a student some of the basics of photographing flowing water at a nearby fountain, I broke away from the student and the instructor – a friend of mine, Joe Inzalaco – to observe some of the other nearby sites and activities. I had noticed there was a small festival going on nearby Clinton Square celebrating the various groups of refugees who have come to recognize Syracuse, NY as their new home. I also noticed another refugee of sorts, one who was displaced.
He seemed almost invisible, out in his own world and that is why the name, The Forgotten, became the description of this photo. I caught him walking past the festival in the background, making his way, alone, across the city which, like the refugees, he calls home.