Gordon Parks passed away. He’s one of the guys I looked up to, and he’s one of the photographers and filmmakers I aspired to follow in the steps of.

I’m not going to try and say much more of anything here, rather I’ll just share of the pictures that have resonated with me.

Harlem, LIFE November 1, 1948
LIFE, May 31, 1963, accompanied by Parks’s essay “What Their Cry Means to Me—A Negro’s Own Evaluation.”