No Kings Protest: NYC

Joy and purpose

Just look at the faces. So many different people!

A woman giving out water and cheesits.

A woman capturing it all. Or trying to.

Look at the faces, all there for their own reasons, but reasons we all share.

There was a feeling of joy, and anger.

The police were with us, integrated with the marchers, and at times on the sideline. Not hostile, just there if we needed them.

The volunteers were amazing in helping traffic get by, encouraging marchers, chanting with us, providing guidance.

The organizers had a few different lead chanters that rotated carrying the megaphone, each had different chants that the crowd would mimic. This guy was my favorite. No mean chants, just positive.

Fifth Avenue was simply packed with people, from curb to curb, for fifteen blocks, for over two hours and more and more joined during the course of the afternoon.

There were a lot of American flags. Taking back our country!

So many different types of people. Old, young, Black, White, Brown.

The lions of the New York Public Library watched over us.

There were a handful (literally and in number) of dogs. I saw no cats.

There were smiles. We are in this together, and it was felt.

I love taking pictures of people! All the faces, just wonderful.

Have a good, restful Sunday. This week will be no less exhausting. Thank you again for being here.