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William Galindo is a Los Angeles based photographer. These photos are from an upcoming book, God Came Through Here the Other Day, which captures the lives of a community under the Sixth Street Bridge.
This is part one of an ongoing series.
I found my way to the Sixth Street Bridge after the city announced it was going to be demolished. The tunnel wasn’t closed off yet, and people still lived there. I shot 800 rolls of film in a year and a half. I would have never stopped. I could keep shooting forever. But after the bridge came down, piece by piece, everyone moved away. So I stopped.
I took a picture of my friend Broadway's gunshot wound when we first met. He didn't want me to write about how it happened in the book, he was a little paranoid.
CJ sets up his tent everyday. Every now and then cops make them take down the tens. He felt special and appreciated it. I never saw him again. Everyone was there together but they were also alone at the same time. Everyone did their own thing, kept to themselves.Greg got a job working for the railroad. He lived with his sister but he would set up a tent and hang out. He was one of the only people that had a plan to leave.Greg relaxing in his tent. He thought he looked lazy in this photo. The city allows people to camp on the sidewalk since there are not enough beds in the shelters. Tents are supposed to be cleared every morning, but the rule isn’t really enforced.
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God Came Through Here the Other Day: Part One.
by William Galindo
August 30, 2018
William Galindo is a Los Angeles based photographer. These photos are from an upcoming book, God Came Through Here the Other Day, which captures the lives of a community under the Sixth Street Bridge.
This is part one of an ongoing series.
I found my way to the Sixth Street Bridge after the city announced it was going to be demolished. The tunnel wasn’t closed off yet, and people still lived there. I shot 800 rolls of film in a year and a half. I would have never stopped. I could keep shooting forever. But after the bridge came down, piece by piece, everyone moved away. So I stopped.
I took a picture of my friend Broadway's gunshot wound when we first met. He didn't want me to write about how it happened in the book, he was a little paranoid.
CJ sets up his tent everyday. Every now and then cops make them take down the tens. He felt special and appreciated it. I never saw him again. Everyone was there together but they were also alone at the same time. Everyone did their own thing, kept to themselves. Greg got a job working for the railroad. He lived with his sister but he would set up a tent and hang out. He was one of the only people that had a plan to leave. Greg relaxing in his tent. He thought he looked lazy in this photo. The city allows people to camp on the sidewalk since there are not enough beds in the shelters. Tents are supposed to be cleared every morning, but the rule isn’t really enforced.