Why?

I almost (almost) feel sorry for Alex Jones, because even though he is doing exactly what he wants in life, and making an insane amount of money doing it- he's still too freaking bat shit crazy to relax and enjoy any of it... even if you can somehow enjoy repeatedly exposing people to death threats, people who already have had their hearts ripped out when their own children were so needlessly slaughtered...

The Face Of Insanity

Photo: © Stan Banos

They say a picture's worth a thousand words, you know, the usual bromide. And for quite some time now I've tried to describe to people what it's like walking many a street of today's San Francisco. The deterioration, depravity, hopelessness- people not only without a home or resources, but without a working mind even capable of bettering those circumstances. People whose profound mental illness forever bars them from any semblance of normality on their own. And if you live anywhere near the downtown area, you need not search it out, it’s all around you, right next to you, in front and behind you- not just in the streets and sidewalks, but in your bus, subway car, local convenience store... 

Sometimes, people think you're exaggerating for effect, or they just dismiss it as a generic, nationwide problem, and you want to say- no, this is a bit different, on another level, this is truly out of hand... and in one of the richest cities in the land! This is not the first time I've seen someone babbling to themselves, laughing aloud, encased in their own shit. It's horrible to witness, beyond imagining having to live it- and yet, it is a horror that is allowed to continue and metastasize... right beneath the tech built, luxury condos that helped create it.

Jo-Anne McArthur

When we think of "animal photographers," someone like this never comes to mind- and one has to ask... why not? Because it make us feel uncomfortable? It should- and for good reason!

I love bacon, but the way they treat pigs in factory farms is inhumane, immoral and well beyond cruel.