As I sit in the Waynesboro McDonald's trying to waste some time between assignments down here in Burke County, (whoever thinks this is a glamorous job need only spend a week with us out on the road to see that we photogs eat TERRIBLY - on the go and wherever we can, usually fast food), I'm tempted to talk about Thanksgiving a little, this the day before the big turkey day.
Last July, I wrote a quick note on our Facebook group about the work I was doing with fellow writer Adam Folk focusing on the Army's casualty assistance program. We covered for the daily paper and I'll never forget how the widow's screams were quite haunting during her husband's arrival on a chartered flight from Dover, Delaware in a casket draped with the American flag. It finally ran on Veterans Day with photos I had been sitting on since the summer. I'm glad they found a home in the paper and online, because these were very moving images from a very moving experience for all involved, including me. As photographers we do our best to illustrate and document what is going on, but there are a few rare occasions where photos, video, nothing can really relate what it was really like.
It is stories like these that make me thankful for what I have. It's the story of the husband who dedicates his life to the caregiving of his aging wife suffering from Alzheimers as she slowly loses the memories that effectively makes up their 38-year marriage. It's the story of a grieving mother who has lost her son in an instant of senseless violence. Or the man who sits on a curb while his small house and everything he owns burns inside.
These are the moments that, when I see them, I take a quick pause to realize how lucky I am, and I'm grateful for it. Yes it's part of life - that amazing thing we call life - with it's highs and its lows and the total unpredictable nature of...nature.