It’s almost evolutionary, as a photojournalist, to develop the unhealthy habit of ignoring what people are saying to you while on assignment. Even I have to a degree. Particularly, with those who ask me to take there photo, repeatedly – my keynote response:
“I’m sorry, but you’ll never see it.”
I should be more generous.
Though, there is one voice I could never ignore – I always hear it loud and clear. It’s the voice of a child.
This past weekend I marched alongside the “Marching Litigators Briefcase Brigade,” as a photographer.Where, in short, the dean of the law school and a group of students marched in this year’s homecoming parade – representing the law school.
While, running after marching with the brigade, I heard a tiny voice, probably at its loudest, screaming “TAKE MY PICTURE! TAKE MY PICTURE!”
I turned around, now staring awkwardly into a huge crowd, and glanced a bit, in search of the voice. I looked down and saw a boy with his friends, all ready for the portrait.
I took the photo, smiled and kept moving.
I’m sure they won’t remember me or the image when they grow older and , unfortunately, they probably won’t see the awesome photo of themselves.
However, at least in that moment, they relished in the fact that the small voice had been heard. I hope they keep the childhood attribute of speaking up. Even if it’s front of large crowds.
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