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Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
About Feeling Grateful
While out shopping for new basketball shoes for his son, Mark Angel received a call that his house was fully engulfed in flames. Someone driving by the house saw the fire and called it in to the authorities, but the result was a total loss of everything the family owned. If you have never seen what a house fire is capable of, no words, photos or videos can fully describe the aftermath.
It's really no different that what hurricane Sandy did to many along the eastern US coast several weeks ago except that everything is either melted or burned beyond recognition, not washed away.
Friday, February 3, 2012
The Easy Shot I Didn't Take
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| (Greene County, IL USA) A view of the intersection of US Highway 67 and Kane Road looking north with signs for the Kane American Legion, a church, politicians and realtors. |
As I got ready to turn onto Kane Road, I looked around and thought what a pretty day this is for early in February. We have had a lot of days like that this winter, but where I was headed it wasn't so nice. It's not so nice for any number of reasons, but I suppose number one on the list of many is that just a few days before a mother and her child had died in a house fire. The night it happened I had just returned from Cedar Rapids in enough time to shoot a basketball game at a local high school and then went home with hundreds of images to edit. I didn't know about the fire until the next morning. It was on the local morning news. I knew sooner or later I'd probably need to try and get something related to the fire.
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| The oil and chip road leading east from US Highway 67 to the rural village of Kane, Illinois. Kane Cemetery is to the left at the center of the image with the village in the treeline. |
There was a younger man there with what I assume was his son. He saw me with a camera and started toward me, glaring at my media credentials hanging around my neck. He walked away and took his son to the cross with the pile of stuffed animals. I watch from behind them as he kneels down with his young son, holding him ever so close. It was from a photographer's view a great moment. An easy shot that I didn't make. It was such a personal moment for them that I couldn't do it. I had them framed in the viewfinder but got up and walked to my car.
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