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Lone Cub Scout In A Sea Of Blue
The paradox of this image, a son accompanying his firefighter father (my assumption), to a ceremony where two other firefighter fathers were accompanying their fallen sons home, kills me.
Maybe you had to be there, looking through a long lens at the anguished faces of two grieving fathers, to find hope in this somber image. Maybe not.
I know I hugged my two boys when I got home that night. I am very lucky that I was able to do so.
I wish I could say that I waited a long time, holding for the right composition before getting on the shutter. I wish I could say that I wandered all of the way around this group of people, selecting the perfect angle to capture the definitive moment. Neither of these are what happened.
I didn't even know he was in the image, I was tunneled in on the flags, the banners of color flowing in the breeze. It wasn't until I reviewed the image a few days later that I noticed the scout, standing earnestly with the contingent from L.A. County F.D. Obviously, it changed the meaning of the photo, as well as the composition.
Even though it was an accident, I find this a very compelling photo. One that gives me hope. Hope that the Mackenzie and Woyjeck families can somehow recover from this tragedy. Hope for the scout and his father. Hope for all of us.
Thanks for reading,