Today was a day. I guess if I were to put it in terms of good and bad I would more than likely just shrug a shoulder and say, "it was a day."
I got to show the beauty of young lives progressing in their pursuit of knowledge and I witnessed wonderful educators dedicated to their abilities to pass on knowledge. Everyone has their own personality and story that might be shown in their actions and their face.
But then the scanner went off.
Now one of the worst parts of being a photojournalist is having to go into the unknown simply because it may be important. After my day of experiencing hope it became apparent to me that this world full of hope has speed bumps and road blocks.
I don't have all the details, but after I spent the day with school children on an annual rite of passage, the first day of school, I found myself wandering aimlessly along this country road trying to fine reason for my being there.
Oh I have the standard answers, its news, people want to know and its important that we see this so we can be perhaps take measures to prevent it from happening again.
But the truth is, being at these scenes you are helpless and you feel like an intruder. Someone important died here today. I may not know them, but this person in their 19 years on this earth touched many people in some way. That I know to be true.
Today, after witnessing beauty in youthful hope, I was there on scene trying to make a photograph where there is no hope. There is no future other than paperwork from investigating and grieving by those who lost someone very important to them. Family, friends and teachers who taught him.
How the hell do you put all that into a photograph of a crash scene?
RIP. I'm sorry this is my only memory of you and I know you were once those kids I took photographs of earlier in the day. And my thoughts are with you and your loved ones tonight.