A couple of years ago, I began to photograph the homeless camps in and around Baltimore, Maryland. As development has encroached on whatever woods are left in the suburbs and industrial parks of Baltimore, I found myself practically stepping into a number of homeless camps that were carefully hidden among strips of trees or bushes running along highways or behind shopping centers. I became fascinated not only at the effort that went into remaining hidden in plain sight but also at the creativity involved. No two camps were alike. They ran the gamut from being completely exposed under bridges or fallen trees to semi-massive structures carefully constructed out of milk crates or wooden doors.
What turns in fate or life decisions led to the bottom end of the "One Percent"? More than one resident told me that living in a tent was a personal choice - yet it seemed to me that there was often no other choice. Even more than the solitary houses that I've documented, the homeless camps directly allude to the life trajectories of their owners.
None of the camps in this series remain today.