Seth at The Grove. San Francisco, 2012
I spent a good portion of my afternoon yesterday complaining about shooting a bar crawl in Wrigleyville for a friend’s event company, half-jokingly calling it “my personal Hell.” I wasn’t complaining about having the work — I’m extraordinarily lucky and grateful to be able to make pictures for a living — but taking pictures in a crowded bar having my lights nearly knocked over multiple times while watching drunks fall flat on their faces in the middle of the afternoon isn’t my cup of tea.
Fast forward four hours and one of my editors calls and I found myself standing along the edge of an icy retention pond next to the highway as divers searched for the body of a young woman after the car she was riding in crashed and ended up in the water. One family’s actual personal Hell.
Covering death is not something any photojournalist enjoys doing, but if a photograph can make one person stop for just a moment to remember to not complain about the little things and appreciate all that you have, it’s worth it.
Sometimes that person is the one behind the camera.
I just got back from spending the past two days down in Champaign shooting the Illinois state high school wrestling tournament for the Chicago Sun-Times and its suburban affiliates. After firing off a few thousand frames and filing more than 100 photos from nearly as many matches for close to 10 publications between two photographers, this is pretty much how Matt and I felt after transmitting the final image last night at 11:15.
Now off to shoot a video.