Photo by Thorne Anderson, from Unembedded, photographs for four non-embedded photographers in Iraq. This fucking war.
Have been struck by this picture a couple times today, from the funeral service for Rosa Parks. For one, it's a wonderful, emotional image; for two, the choreography of pall-bearers is clearly no accident (such things should never ben accidents) but the burliness of the lead bearers comes as a surprise -- a near-Egyptian surprise, as if her soul needs bodyguards in the afterlife. Maybe it does.