Pipeline
“"Kyle's been shot." Her words had jarred the serenity of a life I had finally begun to adjust to and dredged up memories I thought were safely tucked away in the deepest recesses of my mind.
It had begun as a perfect day. Jack, my seventeen-hand bay gelding, had been a perfect gentleman, wading into gently flowing low-water crossings, pausing for a drink while I let the heat from the sun pour over my face as I watched red-tailed hawks soar lazily over the cliffs rising from the banks of the Gua...dalupe River. I needed this calm...this peace. In my own mind, I hadn't changed over the years. But when I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, the face reflected there clearly showed that thirty years as a photojournalism traveling endlessly to capture the tragedies human beings inflicted on one another, had taken their toll on me. Thank God for the genes I inherited from my parents. Without them I could have easily looked like the sad, defeated women I had photographed hundreds of times in Kosovo, Mexico, and Rwanda —their youth and their lives shattered by the events swirling around them over which they had no control.MoreLess
It had begun as a perfect day. Jack, my seventeen-hand bay gelding, had been a perfect gentleman, wading into gently flowing low-water crossings, pausing for a drink while I let the heat from the sun pour over my face as I watched red-tailed hawks soar lazily over the cliffs rising from the banks of the Gua...dalupe River. I needed this calm...this peace. In my own mind, I hadn't changed over the years. But when I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, the face reflected there clearly showed that thirty years as a photojournalism traveling endlessly to capture the tragedies human beings inflicted on one another, had taken their toll on me. Thank God for the genes I inherited from my parents. Without them I could have easily looked like the sad, defeated women I had photographed hundreds of times in Kosovo, Mexico, and Rwanda —their youth and their lives shattered by the events swirling around them over which they had no control.MoreLess
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