If you want to photograph a demonstration in New York, head to Times Square, the heart of the city’s entertainment district. We did. We heard the beating drums first. Then we saw the orange placards and people wearing white masks, representing, in this case, the global victims of war, occupation, and torture. I express the message here not only in the words on the sign, but also in the determinedly grim face of the protester, and in the softly focused victim’s mask that I cropped in half with the edge of my frame. I wanted that grim face to stand for all who feel wronged, and I wanted that anonymous half of a softly focused mask to represent all who suffer and die. Because that mask bleeds off the edge, I imply that there may be many more. And there are.