DeCarava

I HAVEN’T written the appropriate farewell yet. There are some photographers to whom I’ve always returned. They inspire my writing or my very reasons for writing. Roy DeCarava was often one of them. Music, freedom marches, work-a-day dead-ends, the struggles and joys of the then-Negro experience. These photos are all textbooks of their own, a frame at a time. I love them. They live in my head.

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