It started out as the best day to be in Boston.


April 15, 2013. It was Marathon Monday and my favorite holiday as a Bostonian. The weather was perfect, sunny and not too breezy, and as a Boston University student I had the day off from class to gather in the streets, make merry and cheer the thousands of runners who came streaming through the city.


The feeling that pulses through Boston on Marathon day is utterly indescribable yet so entirely palpable, as you watch the police set up barricades alongside the devoted spectators who come out at dawn to set up lawn chairs and tie homemade signs to posts. Living right next to the final mile of the marathon also made the marathon extra special for me as the fervor and excitement at this spot was second probably only to the finish line.


I had been photographing the runners outside of my house for a few hours when I got the call from my best friend. "Stacey, a bomb went off downtown. Stay away." I immediately hopped on my bike and rode right into Copley Square. From that moment on, I had my camera on me at all times and what follows is my documentation of the Boston Marathon Bombings.

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