Ricky Rhodes Photo • shabooh: The world is a strange place. I, with...

shabooh:

The world is a strange place. I, with tender hesitance (unprepared and utterly heartbroken), took this photo with my phone. Marc asked me to please do it — I, naturally, without a proper camera at the time. It’s been over a year and a half that I’ve known this man; this was the very first time he’s made that specific request — for me to take his picture. Friday morning, five minutes from his home, Marc was robbed at gunpoint by two men on his way to work. They snuck up from behind, tugged on his coat pocket, and just as he turned to look behind him, he was knocked to the ground, a pistol smashed repeatedly against his skull and then placed in front of his face. “You don’t want me to hurt you,” they said as they hovered over him, armed and masked and seemingly 50 feet tall. Life is so so fragile, and although some pictures are difficult to take, we have to be grateful for them. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve survived. They are our badges of honor and strength against the test of time. They encapsulate the wounds that heal, the wounds that don’t, the memories we want to keep, and the memories we won’t. They tell the story so that, perhaps, when we’re trembling with eyes full of tears to say the words we don’t want to say, we don’t have to.

Such an eloquent description of photography and why it is such an important part of life & memories. And an anecdote of the world we live in. I hope Marc is okay - karma works, feel bad for the robbers everything comes full circle. For gorgeous portraits by Erica: http://www.ericamckeehen.com/

The world is a strange place. I, with tender hesitance (unprepared and utterly heartbroken), took this photo with my phone. Marc asked me to please do it — I, naturally, without a proper camera at the time. It’s been over a year and a half that I’ve known this man; this was the very first time he’s made that specific request — for me to take his picture. Friday morning, five minutes from his home, Marc was robbed at gunpoint by two men on his way to work. They snuck up from behind, tugged on his coat pocket, and just as he turned to look behind him, he was knocked to the ground, a pistol smashed repeatedly against his skull and then placed in front of his face. “You don’t want me to hurt you,” they said as they hovered over him, armed and masked and seemingly 50 feet tall. Life is so so fragile, and although some pictures are difficult to take, we have to be grateful for them. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve survived. They are our badges of honor and strength against the test of time. They encapsulate the wounds that heal, the wounds that don’t, the memories we want to keep, and the memories we won’t. They tell the story so that, perhaps, when we’re trembling with eyes full of tears to say the words we don’t want to say, we don’t have to.

Such an eloquent description of photography and why it is such an important part of life & memories. And an anecdote of the world we live in. I hope Marc is okay - karma works, feel bad for the robbers everything comes full circle.

For gorgeous portraits by Erica: http://www.ericamckeehen.com/

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