I’ve been trying to get photos of Olympia Snowe since I got my press pass in September. It’s been months. Her phone line is always busy. I stake out one doorway and she sneaks out another. Senators have tons of ways to evade the press in the labyrinthine Capitol complex, if they want. Last Thursday I was on the Hill, desperate for lunch after a day of shooting, and there she was—Olympia Snowe. At first, I didn’t even it was her. All I could see was a knot of reporters huddled outside the door to the Senate floor. I peeked through the tangle of arms and voice recorders, and couldn’t believe it—the coveted Snowe! I grabbed my camera and started snapping away. Here’s what I got.
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