I’ve been thinking about Chris a lot lately, some aside on a podcast, a blink-and-miss-it image you see out of the periphery, a particular shade of blue. Sometimes things focus into a perfect frame, for a minute, the world standing still, and I think about all the gifted years where we got those moments from him.
The Times won the Pulitzer for photography, the refugee crisis, and Getty was a finalist, and all I could wonder was how different it all would have looked through his lens. Would we have paid attention sooner? He had this insane, innate ability to find that human connection, make the two-dimensional three. You couldn’t ignore his work. You can’t.
Five years today since we lost him, Hetherington, too, these men who put themselves out there with nothing to defend themselves, just Kevlar and a helmet, if they were lucky (but the helmets get in the way), witnesses to war, storytellers, truth tellers.
Thank you, Chris.




