Bryce Pagter

Every single day I carry my camera with me, not knowing if I will be shooting a specific subject or if there is a random piece that will fascinate me. Here are fragments of my life... shown in the only way i find fulfilling. Every one of these photos has been taken by myself, Bryce Pagter; each one has a unique story behind the image. . . sometimes going untold, yet the memories are never forgotten.
Victim of a Hurricane
From New Orleans to San Francisco
Shot as part of an extended homelessness project

Victim of a Hurricane

From New Orleans to San Francisco

Shot as part of an extended homelessness project

Lonely

Lonely

An insight to my newest private project/book I am creating:
What is your view on the world around you?
“We live in a twisted Neverland.”

An insight to my newest private project/book I am creating:

What is your view on the world around you?

“We live in a twisted Neverland.”

“I can’t believe I remember Tupac getting shot multiple times right next to me… I just remembered that after all these years.”

“I can’t believe I remember Tupac getting shot multiple times right next to me… I just remembered that after all these years.”

This ex-chef from New Orleans was a victim of Hurricane Katrina and was never able to regain himself economically and of pocessions. He now lives in San Francisco, living day by day. He asked me to take a picture of him … I of course did so. I walked through the Tenderloin district with him; though dangerous to everyone that I told after where I walked to, it gave me a new insight to life for many living there. I shook hands and greeted with over ten of his close friends that he had met over the years of living on the streets and each was humble upon a “Hello, pleasure to meet you.”

This ex-chef from New Orleans was a victim of Hurricane Katrina and was never able to regain himself economically and of pocessions. He now lives in San Francisco, living day by day. He asked me to take a picture of him … I of course did so. I walked through the Tenderloin district with him; though dangerous to everyone that I told after where I walked to, it gave me a new insight to life for many living there. I shook hands and greeted with over ten of his close friends that he had met over the years of living on the streets and each was humble upon a “Hello, pleasure to meet you.”