The Christmas season is difficult in my business. The juxtaposition of festive arrangements and bodies do not mix together well. After eight years on this job, if I retire tomorrow, I will never miss seeing another murder next to a Christmas tree.
Over the years, I have photographed an assault, a murder, a natural, and a suicide during the holidays: A young man survived being stabbed many times about the head and chest; A young mother was shot at contact range while laying on her couch; An old man died in his living room after finally losing his battle with cancer; Another old man jumped from a bridge over the Harbor Freeway. And to think, that was just during the week leading up to Christmas.
Lately, I have been coming home to a decorated tree that fills my living room with the fresh scent of pine I remember as a child. I am lucky to be able to have one and so very grateful for the talent that decorated it.
This year will soon be over. I am grateful to be alive, healthy, and happy surrounded by love.