I decided to include these photos as their own special edition.
As an artist, this aspect of the march just knocked my socks off.
Participating in the Boston March took 8 hours. I can tell you by 5pm, after standing, chanting and marching I was spent.
…And then we stumbled into this. As people finished the march they left their signs behind.
For the first time in the entire day, people were standing in absolute silence. Now for me, I might say it was total exhaustion, but it was definitely something more than that.
Every single piece of paper represented someone’s wish, dream, angst, and fear. And here after a day of releasing a tremendous amount of energy we could quietly reflect. So many people. So much hope. So much creativity.
I left a better, stronger woman.