Really? hahaha... π It's not that big a deal, nickydee. Let's see what time it is in South Africa... Oh, Oh, yeah, you got a nice morning high. π
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Really? hahaha... π It's not that big a deal, nickydee. Let's see what time it is in South Africa... Oh, Oh, yeah, you got a nice morning high. π
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I woke up before dawn today so yes I did!
Naughty me. I should be meditating π But I wanted coffee.
And I beg to differ.
Experience and understanding is a very big deal, these days. When most of us are only choosing an online experience and curating it to avoid real experience and understanding ;)
I guess a photojournalist wouldn't have the comfort of doing that
#respect where it's due ππΌ
Ha, I see you're digging deep...a photojournalist lives the way she can...haha...I'm not complaining too much. I have me and that is enough. π
That's probably the best person to have, hold and trust :)
Just past midnight over there! You should be blowing that midnight candle out and getting you're already beautiful sleep π
I'm headed off into the world and other worlds of the internet of amazing things now. Also... more coffee! And the frogs have begun to sing their morning duet outside here.
I wanted to be a photo journalist when I was a lass, you know. I'd love to hear how and where and what about your experience of this. It must be really tough to stay detached and on the job at times
I think that's what scared me off. I'd drop my camera and head into battle to defend and rescue the innocent. Not much journalism then π
I can tell you about this, yes. I'm not very good at detachment. I've seen people lose everything and cry and I can't take a single photo.
And I'm supposed to be there to tell it.
Do you know what the conclusion is? Some are more human than others.
If you think about it more deeply, I have stopped helping someone by not taking that photo, which would make their situation visible so that help can arrive faster.
Complicated subject.
That's an interesting conversation! Thank you.
I did read about the journalist who took the famous pic of the starving child with a vulture sitting near them.
And that he committed suicide or something a while later because he took the photo and didn't help. What an ethical conundrum. Shoooo...
I couldn't do it! I had a friend who used to tease me about picking up strays. And he was talking about people and not dogs! I've saved more than a few stray dogs in my time though... π
South African, that photographer, btw.
Look, you remember what I said about judging... I think there's a lot more to this story than just one story, and the world (let's say most people) tend to see things in a reductionist and biased way. So... I'm left with the idea that this man did a lot of good through his work. No one who has not lived through it can imagine how hard life is for these photographers who do their work in war zones or disasters.
I just think of the many dissatisfactions that plague me in my daily life, things that if I think about them in depth are nothing compared to attending such events where life breaks down in the most horrible ways, and you can't do anything but tell about it. Because you are simply not a supernatural being, saviour of the world.
Carter committed suicide because he was broken. He couldn't cope with so much. It wasn't because of the criticism after that photo, he had a life where the courage to live it is not a concept, it's not anything... it's not even an approximation of what we think courage is.
He was broken... that's all.
Now isn't that the problem, right there!
I didn't follow up on the story, so thanks for sharing that.
I did imagine that he saw too much. That is all.
And I do know that broken people tend to try and fix the world. Yet, mostly, we aren't ready to until we've healed ourselves and we can, thus, die trying. I'm sad he did. That was a hella shot. And it must have haunted him until the end.
I'd have taken the shot and saved the child. Or done the best I could to do that.
That's if I found myself in such circumstances. And me... these days I do know I'm not cut out for that kind of thing. It'd kill me too.
It's a brutal world, at times. But this is life as it is.