As part of a class, I got to go to the Brother Francis Shelter for the homeless in Anchorage and wash feet. Having just made it through an Alaska winter outdoors, one man told me he hadn't taken off his shoes in over a month (though he was the same man who thanked me profusely when it was over, concluding with, "God bless you, and God bless California.") Sparing you pictures of the feet, above and below are shots of some of the souls whose acquaintance I now greatly treasure.