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Daily Deviation
April 27, 2007
grief by *shinsenfreak
Honestly, I've never photographed a funeral or memorial or whatever it is which people do when someone dies. Perhaps it's because i don't go to those events. But deviants who make photographs like this allow me to see what their eyes saw. This one made me particularly sad. A very effective photograph in that context. The stoicism of the man. The grieving wife. The baby. And I think that composition is spot on. Very well done.
Description
So I was on the way home from shooting in Boko temple a couple of weeks ago when a friend of mine called me, asking whether I could come over immediately to the house of a former lecturer of mine. His youngest daughter just passed away that morning, and I was asked to help documenting the funeral. Never did this kinda job before, I actually hesitated for a moment, but in the end I really couldn't say no.
As I had predicted, it wasn't a pleasant situation to shoot. Specially when I was around the grieving family, God it felt weird. Them with tears and all, and then there's me with a camera in hands... Perhaps because I knew the people that made it harder. Then again perhaps it didn't matter at all.
Didn't go there in hope of getting some good frames or anything, but... this one basically shows the general atmosphere around the family of the deceased on that day.
As I had predicted, it wasn't a pleasant situation to shoot. Specially when I was around the grieving family, God it felt weird. Them with tears and all, and then there's me with a camera in hands... Perhaps because I knew the people that made it harder. Then again perhaps it didn't matter at all.
Didn't go there in hope of getting some good frames or anything, but... this one basically shows the general atmosphere around the family of the deceased on that day.
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Powerful and heartbreaking shot. Grief is an unique path to walk along. Sometimes there is someone who holds your hand. But you have to get along with it alone. Only time does NOT heal a wound like this. You HAVE TO live with that. But it still hurts. And it infects your breath. Your pulse. Your thoughts. I wish you all the best.