I shoot, therefore I am.

Throw 12 photojournalists in front of a burned house and I guarantee you’ll get a dozen different shots. One of them will snap a wide shot of the charred home, another might focus on a single window, a single singed doll on its sill, while a third might see a young couple who, oblivious to the tragedy, are making out under a street light in the far distance.

This is my story of what makes me stop, dead in my tracks, raise up my camera, focus and shoot.

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