It's not a matter of fear.

I am troubled.

I've just watched the War Photographer movie, a movie about James Nachtwey.
I am troubled and I do not know what are the proper words that should be used, in order to describe this documentary. How should you look at the pictures presented in it? Which is more strikening: the picture through its composition and technique, or the story behind it? I just cannot decide.


What kind of man is able able to stand in the middle of pain, and choose photograph it, instead of feeling it. As it was said, it's not a matter of fear, nor pain, because you do feel them. It's a matter of how you deal the fear.


James Nachtwey is also the winner of the TED prize. You can find his talk here , or simply by watching the youtube video below.



The worst thing is to feel that as a photographer I am benefiting from someone else's tragedy. This idea haunts me. It's something I have to reckon with everyday because I know, that if I allow genuine compasion to be overtaken by personal ambition I will have sold my soul. The only way I can justify my soul is to have respect for the other persons's predicament. The extent to which I do that is the extent to which I become accepted by the other, and to that extent I can accept myself.