While photographing at the Boys and Girls Club in Greenwich, Connecticut recently, I happened to witness to an exciting event.
Amanda Silva, who was working that day, was surprised by her longtime friend Jaden Williams with a smile and a homemade sign.
In front of friends and children, Jaden proudly displayed his invitation, inviting her to the junior prom.
Luckily, yours truly, was there to capture the reaction.
“I’ve known Jaden since 1st grade. I’m a grade above him but we worked together last year at Camp Simmons here in Greenwich. He was a lifeguard and I was just a staff member. We spent our days cracking jokes (he’s a funny guy but I won’t admit it to him),” Amanda told me.
“Jaden’s a cool person to hang out with and always has a cheesy smile on his face whenever I walk with him and past him.”
Within the large and somewhat impersonal city of White Plains, there exists our own little piece of Americana.
A local grocery store (started as a Gristedes, but now known as Rooster’s Market, is hangout for locals, in the Gedney area of White Plains.
On any given day, at any time, Rooster’s is abuzz with lots of activity. Those who take their daily coffee with their newspaper (still the print version), workmen having breakfast, middle school students gabbing and grabbing lunch, families enjoying Sunday brunch, retirees just shooting the breeze, and moms with kids in tow, are all part of the ambience.
The local butcher cuts the brisket, while the short order cooks are hard at work, trying to keep up with the constant demand.
And no matter who you are, as in TV’s Bar at Cheers, everyone knows your name.”
The day after our new president was inaugurated, I marched in Washington, D.C with over 500,000 others to protest Donald Trump.
Mothers, husbands, wives, sons, daughters and grandparents joined together in solidarity.
There were clever signs, songs, and love between all who participated in something so huge.
Thousands wore pink “pussy hats” tirelessly knitted by many to symbolize Donald Trump’s crude phrases that went viral on Access Hollywood. We met on planes and trains and in subways, and metro stations, chanting in defiance.
The marches took place in cities across the country and around the world.
We marched to protect our civil and reproductive rights.
We marched to make our voices heard.
And in the process, we grew stronger, and our voices louder.
I had the pleasure of photographing Nancy and Jeff for their engagement several years ago, and was very excited to be able to capture them again in the last few weeks of pregnancy.
Not only is Nancy glowing, but Jeff is beaming as well. They are both so excited for this next chapter in life!
Every day Jeff reads to the baby from a children’s book, making sure she (yes, it’s a she…) will recognize his voice when she emerges.
Nancy is the calmest expectant mother I have seen, and their love is stronger now than ever.
Next up: The Newborn!!
Since the death of Fidel Castro, I have been combing through my archives of Cuban photos, and have found some interesting work I have not yet posted.
It is fun to go back and edit work after a period of time, and often you see it with fresh eyes.