Today was a long day. I shot a ton of still photography: hdr landscapes, regular landscapes, abstracts, nature, and street photography. On my way home for the day, I noticed a number of sheriff’s cars in the Tiger Town gas station which is a couple of blocks down from my house. Being the wannabe-journalist that I get paid to be, I pulled into parking lot to see what was going on. It turns out that a man had been critically injured in the motel behind the convenience store. When I first arrived on the scene, the first thing that I heard was that Federal Marshals had shot a fugitive (As of this writing, the Sheriff’s office and the Federal Fugitive Task Force issued a statement that says the man stabbed himself while they were serving a warrant). Immediately, my adrenaline kicked in, and I whipped out my still and video camera and began shooting. Emergency crews were giving the man CPR in the motel room, and I was able to get to angle where I could film it through the open door.
The whole time that he was being worked on by emergency workers, the only thing I could think of was I need to get the best shots before the competition arrives(I live 20 miles out of town, so they were not going to get there in time). I filmed them as they performed CPR while they carried him out of the motel room. I filmed him as they carted him to an awaiting helicopter. I filmed him as the main EMT tech called the official time of death, and I kept filming him as they loaded him into a body bag and on to the ambulance. The entire time the only thing, I could think about is, I am going to beat the shit out of the competition.
Now that the adrenaline has dissipated, I realized that at some point while I was filming, a man died, and I really have no clue who he is. The journalism genie on my shoulder is telling me that I did a great job covering this story, but my conscience is telling me that I was acting selfishly and I should have had a little more respect the person in this situation. I know that if this was an accident where just some average person had died, I would have been reluctant to shoot as much. But I think since it was a police responding to fugitive, my desire to get a good news story overshadowed, the idea that I was witnessing a man’s final moments in life. I’m not sure if crossed a ethical line today.
So, I suppose at the moment, I am having a crisis of conscience.
Anyway, sorry to drone on about non-photography issues on here. Here are my shots for the day. They are abstracts of a co-workers bumper. The paint is cracking into these unusual patterns. I thought they looked pretty amazing.