A day after I took this photo in Downtown Richmond, someone knocked on my door. I opened it. Three men were standing. “We are the FBI. May we come…
I saw the girl with the flag and I knew I had to tell her story. But there was no way for me to know that it would…
I was quite sure they weren’t that happy with the results, but I didn’t know who they supported.
They were both tired, which was understandable judging from how much enthusiasm they brought to the race.
It was the last race and good for the organizers, people did buy something.
It was an outdoor shoes showcase.
I couldn’t observe the race by standing behind the crowds. But I realized observing the crowds were even more emotionally touching.
I thought that he was about to cry.