This past Saturday, I hopped on the subway to ride up to the Women’s March. It was so packed full of humans on the train that I had to get out at Union Square. With a loaded 35mm point and shoot camera and my finger on the trigger basically the whole time, I walked all the way up to the head of the march.
Just trying to find my friends in the middle of the march… it was like I was Jason Bourne. Bobbing and weaving through 40 blocks of marching crowds, I caught some of these moments, in what I assume, will be history.
For another visual report from the front lines of U.S. events, lend your eyes to our feature on the Dakota Access Pipeline, “You Can’t Drink Oil: 72 Hours at Standing Rock“.
