Documentary photography:
refers to a type of professional photojournalism,
but it may also be an amateur or student pursuit (quest, mission, hunt, activity)
refers to a type of professional photojournalism,
but it may also be an amateur or student pursuit (quest, mission, hunt, activity)
The photographer attempts to:
* create truthful, objective (factual), and usually candid (open, honest, truthful, sincere) photography of a particular subject, most often pictures of people
* the pictures usually depict (represent, show, portray)
a certain perspective (viewpoint) of the photographer
* the pictures usually depict (represent, show, portray)
a certain perspective (viewpoint) of the photographer
Why is this important you ask?
What does this have to do with the family?
All three boys were outside playing football with each other Sunday when Ethan, our normally cool, calm, and collected son frantically darted in the house yelling, "MOM... MOOOOMMMM!! Come quick! Logan fell and cut his hand on something. The blood is pouring out. He needs you!" Mark immediately jumped off the couch and ran for the door. I made it out after him where Logan was moaning and groaning in pain while holding his right hand. Ethan had already managed to get a towel for him to put pressure on the cut, but the blood was managing to soak through quickly. Mark took one look at it and said, "He's going to need stitches." Ethan and Caleb were ecstatic! You would've thought it was Christmas morning and time to open presents! "I wanna go!" said Caleb. "I am going" said Ethan. To which I replied, "We don't ALL have to go. He will be okay." "But, moooommmm... (whining the whole time) we wanna watch him get stitches..." I of course, gave in to their pleas and off we went...at least I thought we were on our way when, "WAIT! We have to get the camera. Logan is gonna want to see this when it's over!" Ethan yelled . "What? You have to be kidding?? O good grief! Hurry up Ethan!" I retorted. And then it began... the flashing lights... the clicking of the camera...
Ethan documented the entire excursion (or most of it) at the emergency room. I felt his first "student quest at attempting to truthfully and sincerely represent HIS viewpoint" of Logan's jaunt needed some recognition. We ask that you are kind and courteous, he is only 13 (14 tomorrow... sniff.. sniff) and leave your comments, suggestions, and opinions after viewing:
What does this have to do with the family?
All three boys were outside playing football with each other Sunday when Ethan, our normally cool, calm, and collected son frantically darted in the house yelling, "MOM... MOOOOMMMM!! Come quick! Logan fell and cut his hand on something. The blood is pouring out. He needs you!" Mark immediately jumped off the couch and ran for the door. I made it out after him where Logan was moaning and groaning in pain while holding his right hand. Ethan had already managed to get a towel for him to put pressure on the cut, but the blood was managing to soak through quickly. Mark took one look at it and said, "He's going to need stitches." Ethan and Caleb were ecstatic! You would've thought it was Christmas morning and time to open presents! "I wanna go!" said Caleb. "I am going" said Ethan. To which I replied, "We don't ALL have to go. He will be okay." "But, moooommmm... (whining the whole time) we wanna watch him get stitches..." I of course, gave in to their pleas and off we went...at least I thought we were on our way when, "WAIT! We have to get the camera. Logan is gonna want to see this when it's over!" Ethan yelled . "What? You have to be kidding?? O good grief! Hurry up Ethan!" I retorted. And then it began... the flashing lights... the clicking of the camera...
Ethan documented the entire excursion (or most of it) at the emergency room. I felt his first "student quest at attempting to truthfully and sincerely represent HIS viewpoint" of Logan's jaunt needed some recognition. We ask that you are kind and courteous, he is only 13 (14 tomorrow... sniff.. sniff) and leave your comments, suggestions, and opinions after viewing:
IT STARTED IN THE GRASS
BY: ETHAN M. SPORE
BY: ETHAN M. SPORE
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