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As I was photographing this, a nearby business had an outside speaker that played Karen Carpenter singing, "Rainy Days and Mondays," and it just felt so incredibly sad. Bright lights, big city, tamped down despair everywhere and the soulful voice of a vibrant woman who wrecked her own heart.

In 2014, I was walking around before dawn in Wolf Point, Montana. Nearing a supermarket, I could hear Cat Stevens' faint, plaintive voice, "And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land…" On an Indian reservation, Wolf Point is populated by people who have lost just about everything.

What are we losing right now? And what might we gain out of this?



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Rallying support for a political party, this man repeatedly spread his arms then bowed to traffic.



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