Eugene Smith was a well-known photographer who took the most shocking images of World War II. As he was merged in battle with a single purpose, taking the best shots, he got injured while photographing the Battle of Okinawa.
After the incident, he could barely hold the camera. He decided to take pictures of peaceful environments rather than violence and despair. This picture was one of the first he took after the war. These are his kids, Patrick and Juanita, a sign that shadow times are left behind, and a new era of light is coming out.
Yesterday took some time to more than look…to appreciate so very much…pictures that narrate history. Most from war, less most from famous politicians when they took first steps…or last [a picture of Robert Kennedy jogging on the surf of an Oregon Beach, joining him is his English Cocker Spaniel–couldn’t help but think of our two, Mercy and Faith]. The picture above and narrative I’m sharing…because and not to name names because to violate confidence is unconscionable.
But. This is for you, those who have shared with me their breathing space is limited, mostly metaphorically, because of the rifts in their journey…some medical…some professional…some very personal. What I’ve tried to say is he/she/they are not alone…and may it be, they are not so alone there is no one to hold their hand to lead them from the shadows into the light. My prayer…forever. Shalom, Mark.
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