I'm breaking my blogging silence to post these here, but I know that almost any words that I write to accompany these photos will be wrought with inadequacy. There is grief. anxiety. distraught, as we witness human progress--whatever small bits of it we've managed--being swept away in the blink of an eye. Sure, the Women's March on 21 January 2017 was but one day, but at least it projected a glimmer of hope for us to mobilize behind. I'm thankful to have been able to document it from behind the lens, to seek solidarity through making these images. There is no rewind. There is only forward.
^ This woman's pin was the best.