Attended a funeral today, Whilst standing listening to the service I couldnt help but notice the different expressions on the face’s of those attending. After the service I stood alone under a tree and watched the mourners and couldnt help but think what a great photo oppurtunity I’m missing.
The raw emotion of the family, the kindness and sympathy of the other mourners was there to see, and not just in their face’s but their movement and actions, It told a story all by itself.
Yet I knew I could never capture the scene, It would be a violation, an intrusion an emotional rape………
Yet today also Watched the news, A terrible story of 5 small children dying in a house fire, there’s was tv crews and photo journalist hanging around the house like vultures, what where they hoping to film/shoot, dead children being carried out? the grief stricken parents with there burnt hands where they fought the flames to try an save their kids, I felt ashamed to call myself a photographer…….
So where do we draw the line?
Or as some artist believe there’s no line in art….
I don’t have the answer, just my own humble opinion,
Wondering what yours is?
May your God go with you xx