Every once in a while, I like to go back and revisit some photos from my travels abroad. One of the most different and interesting places I visited in 2014 was Transylvania in Romania.
Though I didn’t catch a glimpse of Dracula, I did meet an incredible carpenter who was amazingly skilled at his trade.
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.