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Image Not Available for The “shooting gallery” raid was over and the officers were leaving when from the back room an officer called for us to return. He had found something. Crouched and terrified in a closet was an addict, tourniquet on his upper arm, holding a syringe in his hand
The “shooting gallery” raid was over and the officers were leaving when from the back room an officer called for us to return. He had found something. Crouched and terrified in a closet was an addict, tourniquet on his upper arm, holding a syringe in his hand
Image Not Available for The “shooting gallery” raid was over and the officers were leaving when from the back room an officer called for us to return. He had found something. Crouched and terrified in a closet was an addict, tourniquet on his upper arm, holding a syringe in his hand

The “shooting gallery” raid was over and the officers were leaving when from the back room an officer called for us to return. He had found something. Crouched and terrified in a closet was an addict, tourniquet on his upper arm, holding a syringe in his hand

Artist Leonard Freed (American, 1929 - 2006)
CultureAmerican
Date1976
MediumGelatin silver print
Dimensions8 × 10 in. (20.3 × 25.4 cm)
Credit LineGift of Susan and Neal Yanofsky
Object number2022.43.5
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Image Not Available for The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer
Leonard Freed
The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer
1976
Image Not Available for Formerly it was Victory Day during the regime of General Franco, the officers and generals found little change in the ceremonies for Juan Carlos' Armed Forces Day parade, Spain
Leonard Freed
Formerly it was Victory Day during the regime of General Franco, the officers and generals found little change in the ceremonies for Juan Carlos' Armed Forces Day parade, Spain
1977
New photography by Shannon Ruff captured with a digital camera-2008.
Samuel Chamberlain
Washington's Farewell to His Officers
1932
New photography by Shannon Ruff captured with a digital camera-2008.
Samuel Chamberlain
Washington's Farewell to His Officers
1932
New photography by Shannon Ruff captured with a digital camera-2008.
Samuel Chamberlain
Washington's Farewell to His Officers
1932
Photograph by Ed Pollard, Hasselblad H4D50 - 2022.
Danny Lyon
Frosty Myers at Maxes Kansas City Restaurant. When I asked Frosty recently if he recalled the names of his two friends, he said, "Their names? I didn't even know who they were"
1967
Photograph by Ed Pollard, Sony a7R II 2023.
Bill Owens
My dad always had a smile on his face so we named the company "Kruger & Sons, Home of the Happy Pickle." We are the most efficient pickle-packing plant on the West Coast, processing eight to ten million pounds of cucumbers each year. I started sorting pickles when I was ten years old. Dad would bring them home from work. Tri-Valley Area, Northern California
1975
Image scanned and/or photographed, then color-corrected by Pat Cagney.
Jack Delano
The Postmaster Of Upper Zion; When The Army Is Evacuated To Make Room For The Army Maneuver Grounds, He Will Lose His Job
1941
Image Not Available for The burglar, caught in the process of breaking through a brick wall between one shop and another, asked that the tools of his trade be returned to him
Leonard Freed
The burglar, caught in the process of breaking through a brick wall between one shop and another, asked that the tools of his trade be returned to him
1976
New photography by Shannon Ruff captured with a digital camera-2007.
Marion Post Wolcott
Combination Filling Station, Garage, Blacksmith Shop, and Grocery Store; Frank Petty, Owner of the Wagon, Has Just Had His Mule Shod, His Corn Ground, Purchased Some Kerosene, and Is Returning Home, R.F.D. Danville, Virginia, Pittsylvania County, September 1939
1939, printed later
Photograph by Ed Pollard, Hasselblad H4D50 - 2019.
Jim Dine
Chapter 17: Pinocchio eats the sugar, but will not take his medicine; when, however, he sees the gravediggers, who have arrived to carry him away, he takes it. He then tells a lie, and as a punishment his nose grows longer
2006
Image Not Available for I’m a train conductor. I love railroading, it's exciting. Each trip is different and I never know where I'm going. My dad and his brothers my wife, her dad and her brothers were all railroaders. It runs in the family
Bill Owens
I’m a train conductor. I love railroading, it's exciting. Each trip is different and I never know where I'm going. My dad and his brothers my wife, her dad and her brothers were all railroaders. It runs in the family
1975, printed 2006
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