Pam, my wife and mother of our twin daughters, Danielle and Dale (Megan), was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of 60.
I began documenting our family's life, dealing with our emotions, coping with Pam's treatment, and eventual transition. A great happiness was had during the process, as Pam was able to meet and spend time with her first grandchild, Marky, before she died.
When I returned from the Vietnam War, I was lost. I decided to catch a bus to New York City leaving my home in Tucson for good. When I arrived I was homeless, sleeping on a bench across from Columbia University. The same place my daughter would graduate from 30 years later.
These photos are of the people of The Bowery.