Every Tuesday around noon, the big pantry truck pulls in from the New York Food Bank. Jack and Ken usually drive, load, and unload. I usually make it a point to go there to take some photos. Sarah and the volunteers gather in the back to put the boxes out to be opened and placed.

Maria comes a little later to help unpack and distribute the big boxes. The volunteers are getting used to me; they don’t know exactly what to make of me. Some have read my books, and others have seen my blog on Facebook.

We’ve gotten used to one another. I know I am coming to take photos, and the images help raise money. I love to take pictures there; it’s a place of real life, real people, and real good. We are different yet the same.

I’m proud to help with this work; it means something to people and me. The Army of Good has plunged in to help.

Sarah and the volunteers seem used to my prowling around, sneaking into corners and shelves, and popping up with them. I want to capture the feeling of a special place filled with people.

We all work quietly while I crawl the crannies and ancient storage rooms. I love to take photos, which I call pantry art. They are meant to capture the very special feeling of the pantry.

I started this post with a portrait of Maria and Barbara. They work together, opening boxes and figuring out where they go. They love working together, and you can see it in their portrait. I hope you enjoy seeing them. This is a special place for me.