At these markets, the faces range from the forlorn droopy to bright smiles bursting through old leathery, whiskered skin. They are black, white and brown. Most are poor an uneducated. However, I have started to see them differently. As a kid plundering around at these markets, I might have seem them as sad, pitiful people -- people who were unfortunate or should have tried harder in life. I saw a great distance between who they were and who I was at the time (and what I hoped to become). Now, I just see them as people. I just wanted to show their common humanity - that regardless of their circumstances or mistakes,  they still have the same hopes, fears and disappointments and are trying to survive the best way they know how.