Above is the image I took of that day, and I’m aware it has tremendous downfalls technically speaking, but it doesn’t matter to me.This is the context of the image – this man, (he’s name is or was Salvador) had no legs, and was laying on the ground, alone, almost forgotten, in a blood pond of fish guts and stuff over a pier.He grabbed my hand, and I sat with him. He told about how he lost his legs in a…