I’m here for a wedding, I couldnt bring grass with obviously, I’m surrounded by racist christofascists and they keep asking me about work. I hate it here.
I’m here for a wedding, I couldnt bring grass with obviously, I’m surrounded by racist christofascists and they keep asking me about work. I hate it here.
This is a hell of a picture.
This is the sort of thing I was talking about when I was talking about the photo of the Palestinian woman holding her dead niece (the photo that won World Press Photo of the Year). I get the idea that the award is kinda lib, but photo journalism itself, when done right, can be a very powerful medium.