The Alley That Asked Us to Leave
A residential lane put up a sign in four languages. I was one of the people it was written for.
Too Many of Us
I went. I was part of the crowd. This department is what I would do differently, and what the numbers look like from the operator’s side.
Pieces in this department
2 pieces, newest first.
I Was the Crowd at the Viewpoint
Not reporting. Confession. I queued for forty minutes to stand where the photograph is taken from, and I got the photograph.