“Photography is magic. You can stop time itself…A photograph is a sharing, it says “Hey, look at this!”, it’s a miracle, is what it is.” Documentary photographer Jill Freedman has been casting American life into miraculous silver across five decades, extending the eternity of the lens to the people and moments traditionally left out of time. Discovering her parents’ old copies of LIFE as a child, Freedman was so profoundly affected by the photo-essays within that her concerned parents burned the magazines. That connection between photography, revelation and empathy was reawakened in the mid-1960s while out walking her poodle, Fang, on the streets of New York. The camera became a device where seeing and feeling combined; a collector of stories, it became a library. When those stories became all-consuming with the assassination of Martin Luther King in 1968, Freedman quit her copywriter job and set up home in Resurrection City, the shantytown established by the Poor People’s Campaign on...