Once a week, I get to research images online to find the perfect picture for the cover of our church bulletin to fit with my pastor’s sermon. I often come across some really amazing photographs bringing all types of emotion. One week literally brought tears to my eyes as I stumbled upon a photograph taken by a photojournalist in the Sudan back in 1993. His name was Kevin Carter and the image is of a starving girl being stalked by a vulture. He won the Pulitzer Prize for this photo. Later, the affect of the tragedies he witnessed through his many years of photojournalism drove him to suicide. Imagine taking a photo like this one, then walking away and leaving the girl there to die. A documentary has been made on the death of Kevin Carter, but it’s not yet released on DVD. I plan to watch it when it is.
On a lighter note. Last week I found this site called Chromasia. This man is an amazing photographer from England. There’s no point for me to try to explain, just click below.
I definitely want to learn more about photography. Taking pictures is a happy time for me. There’s something extremely fulfilling about capturing moments in time that you’ll never experience again.
I know, this pic still moves me. It’s profound. I think it’s how the devil looks at us.
Shalina… this reminds me of the dozens of times as a young person growing up in Kenya… we found elderly people crawling along in the Kenya savannahs nearly dead. They had been “put out” by their families to die and be eaten by the predators… hyenas, jackals and vultures. My parents would stop and pray for them… but they were told this was “how it was” there. Oh my! I still can’t believe we had nowhere to take these people! It haunts me that it goes on to this day in maasai land!
Wow. Momma Linda’s comment above reminds me of a scene from the movie The Mission where one of the characters says to the priest (played by Jeremy Irons) something like, “this is how the world is.” To this, the priest replied, “No, this is how we have made the world.” Momma Linda’s protest against the “how it was” in hoping that there should be a place to take these people is where we need to go…
Peace,
Eric