Glimpses of them every day along every mile of some pointless journey to wherever. Unknowable faces on street corners and in pool halls, in dime stores and bars, soup kitchens and gas stations and strip malls and empty cars. Ordinary people living ordinary lives under ordinary circumstances — their poetic faces offering dignity to a chaotic world too busy to stop and look and appreciate. I spent almost three decades shooting photos for newspapers of events that I mostly didn’t care about, but my travels exposed me to them and I stopped and talked and pointed my camera and tried to capture a poem in the making. In ordinary time.