There was space that lived in between Franklin and Hiawatha where Native people gather, in literal tribes, cobbling together community and family and safety. This space was in between homeless and homed, working but still poor, addicted and clean, fortunate and not.  This space was between warmth and cold, life and death, sadness and sadness and still, moments of light and happiness and freedom that is here.  On the street, in between Franklin and Hiawatha, people lived here.

(photos taken with permission of residents)

 

morning walk

one chair

 

frank (who sang “have you ever seen the rain” from CCR)

tepee

community looks like

ese

water protector

speed limit