Something about this perspective is absolutely moving and mesmerizing.
Just wow. And this one is ghostly.
(Via tons of land.)
It's a moving book of photojournalism. The kind of book you might pick up in a book store just to read the back flap, then find yourself crosslegged in the corner, near tears by the last page. That people dressed up -- sunday best dressed up -- to see train pass, is one of the details that really got me. so many people planned their entire day around it, rather than just happened to be around. incredible
These are amazing. This one: wow. That woman on the left side of the frame, in the checked brown dress, her hands outstretched in grief-stricken goodbye to a coffin inside of a train. You can tell that she would never forget that moment, that when RFK died, something real and precious died for her.
I think I would have dressed up and gone to pay my respects to that train if I had been here. RFK is pretty much the only American politican I refuse to be cynical about--whose faults form a coherent narrative of personal redemption in my mind mind, whose idealism can still be a beacon of leadership despite the post-mortems. I think I've remarked here, before, that I hold him up as an exemplar of having all the right personal qualities and inherited qualities, as well as the shining willingness to throw himself into the abyss of history.
The stomping grounds of Robin Sloan, Matt Thompson, and Tim Carmody, serving up links and dish on the happenings of the day -- or back in the day -- or the days to come.