Monday, April 5, 2010

My dad





I guess as a photojournalist it become easier to do stories on people that we have no personal connections to...ones that we will hope to remember, but soon become forgotten as we move onto the next story, the next assignment. This is our craft to look at something with an outside eye..to make a connection that will make people want to pick up that magazine or newspaper or click on the link on a website.

I guess my family has become use to the site of hospital rooms over the years...for my brother it has become a place that he has seen since he was a baby not due to any medical condition that he has. Due to my achondroplasia with my first leg surgery starting at the age of five to correct bowing in my lower legs and then on to my limb lengthening that started when I was ten and that ended when I was 15 in the spring of 99.

We weren't barely out of the woods of my last surgery when it was my dad's turn to go under the knife. Having rods and screws inserted into his back to correct his scoliosis. At the time we thought it was going to be a one shot deal...go in and then come out the other side ready to go. But little did we know at the time it would be the beginning of ten years of him in out of hospitals dealing with infections, pain and complications.

So finally after almost ten years of operations, I decided that it is time to turn the camera inward and start documenting what my dad and family is going through.

Showing the story of a man who wasn't hit by IED or shot by a sniper in the desert of Iraq or Afghanistan at a young age as we see on the news everyday. A man who served 32 years in all four services, joining the Marine Corps at the tender age of 17. Running with 100 pound backpacks with steal tow boots long distances. He is not alone, at the time the military and the healthcare industry did not know what they know now about what a life in the military does to a man's body. Now issues are starting to come to light as many veterans and retires started to have issues with their bodies.

I have to say it is one of the hardest stories that I have worked on, its hard to document what your family goes through...


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