It's not pleasant to be thrust into a situation that wreaks of sadness, anger and fatality, but sometimes the life of a press photographer can lead to that.
Safe as I am, in my world of 'local news' there are occasions where you are thrown into someone elses nightmare and expected to come up with an image that tells the story, and shows the emotion. Today was one of those days, and I was faced with one of those occasions.
In the moment I was safely detached from the situation, thinking of how best to capture the mood and trauma. I did just that. I feel I was true to the moment, and safely held back exact identities without compromising the emotion. But later; now; I'm struggling to deal with the full impact of the situation. I didn't know the man who died, I didn't know the family, or the friends, but now, hours after the adrenalin of 'getting the image' I'm able to shed a tear and feel a loss for those that knew the man.
To me he was just a man, to his family and friends he was a mate, a son, a brother, maybe even a father.
Today I faced an element of my own mortality, and have struggled with the image. Today I loved my friends, relatives and life just a little more intently.
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