Friday, April 29, 2016

Life Can Be Tough




I drove up and down some of the less traveled streets in Immokalee,
a town that is home to many of the migrant workers who pick the tomatoes, citrus, etc.

15 comments:

PerthDailyPhoto said...

A fact I remind myself about every time I get annoyed about silly little things that go wrong Jack. Happy weekend.

Francisco Manuel Carrajola Oliveira said...

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Kate said...

It is good of you to show all aspects of life in our country in addition to the beauty and charm that we seem to prefer. We have a diverse population and I personally like to see all of it.

Taken For Granted said...

Jack, I am often reminded of how lucky I've been to be born into a loving, supportive family who equipped me well to avoid the hardships that are all too common in life. The FSA photographers documented this side of life so well in the 1930s, but many of those hardships are still with us today. We have obviously lost the War on Poverty.

Sharon Anck said...

I do feel bad for the people who lost that home to fire. That is such a scary thought.

William Kendall said...

Definitely a reminder of the more stark side of life.

RedPat said...

Very sobering, Jack.

Halcyon said...

We are both lucky.

Karl Demetz said...

Sad reality...

SRQ said...

It's good to always be grateful for what you have. It's always an eye opener passing through Immokalee.

joo said...

Unfortunately it can, and you proved it well here!

jennyfreckles said...

It looks a bit different from what you usually show us but it's important to remember that not everyone has it so good.

bill burke said...

People need to see this reality and be grateful for what they have. It doesn't take much to end up on the other side in today's world.

Kay said...

Hard work doesn't always assure a comfortable or secure lifestyle.

Lynn Maust said...

I first lived in dear Naples in 1956...then my grandparents bought a house in Port Royal...and lived there till their deaths...the last in 1985. Naples is my home away from home, so to speak, tho I never get to be there any more. I miss the old Naples of my childhood...no one even knew where it was...nor had heard of it.

School was unique in that we could hop our bikes and ride into town and eat our lunch there...then bike back and resume classes....no one ever skipped class nor was late to get back.We could wear "Burmuda" shorts too. Naples was heaven there in the late '50's. The town was tiny and quiet. I don't care for what has happened to it...