Jackie Danicki

Rob took a picture of Schuyler that takes my breath away. Then he went and made it even more hard-hitting by explaining the moment:

After our meeting at St. Martin’s, I took her for a walk towards the Empire State Building, site of her hero’s last stand against pesky bi-planes. About half a block away, I told her to close her eyes. I led her to the corner, got my camera in place, and then told her to open her eyes and look up. I thought I’d get a photo of her look of amazement. Instead, I captured a moment of pure, unbridled joy, a full-throated howl of recognition and challenge, as if she were ready to take up the battle herself. She did the same thing the first time she saw King Kong, when he leapt out of the jungle to save his girl from the dinosaurs. It is easily my favorite photo of the trip. It might be my favorite ever.

Mine too. Now that I’ve met her after all these years, I hope it’s not so creepy for me to say that I love Schuyler. I don’t see how anyone could know her, know what she battles, know who she is, know what she is made of, and not love her.

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