Last Saturday, as I stood on Memorial Bridge, I realized I am never going to be a photo-journalist. The funeral motorcade rounded the corner by the Lincoln Memorial and I took one photo. I saw the hearse, recognized Congressman K in the front seat, then saw the flag-draped coffin. I didn't realize I had put my camera down. I saw Vicki (senator's wife) in the next car. The windows were down and she was waving and thanking people for waiting (the motorcade was about an hour and half behind schedule due to weather). That is when I realized I was crying. I didn't expect to be that emotional.
September 8, 2009
Kennedy Funeral
Last Saturday, as I stood on Memorial Bridge, I realized I am never going to be a photo-journalist. The funeral motorcade rounded the corner by the Lincoln Memorial and I took one photo. I saw the hearse, recognized Congressman K in the front seat, then saw the flag-draped coffin. I didn't realize I had put my camera down. I saw Vicki (senator's wife) in the next car. The windows were down and she was waving and thanking people for waiting (the motorcade was about an hour and half behind schedule due to weather). That is when I realized I was crying. I didn't expect to be that emotional.
