Just passed. Like so many attempts I’ve made at pictures themselves in the course of my career, I missed it. But I ruminated about it on the plane today, and thought I’d at least publish a favorite photo on the blog today. A picture for the day after.
It is unpublished. Very typically, a large part of the story of a photographer’s life is written in those pictures that rarely, or never, see the light of day. That’s okay, really. The pictures that get run in big magazines become a communal experience, which is all to the good, and actually the point of shooting stories in the first place. But those quiet pictures that remain in the file cabinet are often mile markers, private tokens of a life behind the lens. Pictures, found someday, in a box in the attic. Pictures that have stories, and provoke a moment of quiet reverie.
I do not remember breathing when I saw the above. A young girl, blinded by a gunshot wound, “sees” a horse for the first time. Light filtered into the barn. There were people around. I recall asking that no one speak. And I remember the smell of the barn, and the patience of the horse, and the young lady’s hands doing what her eyes could no longer do.
Stay well everyone…keep shooting…..more tk….
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