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.
