Portraits of War
The September 29 issue of The New Yorker included Service, a portfolio of photos by Platon. The photos are of members of the military and families of military members.
When I read the issue, I couldn't look at any of the photos in any depth, only flip through them steadily - look, flip, look, flip - as I cried. I tried writing an LJ entry about it at the time, and I didn't know what to say.
This week, I cleaned out my stack of New Yorkers that had been piling up, waiting to go to the library book sale. I now have a system where I tear the address label off of anything that's ready to go, but it's a new system, and I had to flip through the ones that still had labels to see if there was anything I still wanted to read. When I got to Platon's portfolio, I couldn't remember if they were the pictures that made me cry or not, so I started flipping through them. When I started crying, I stopped flipping, and I set the issue aside to write this entry. I still don't know what to say.
When I read the issue, I couldn't look at any of the photos in any depth, only flip through them steadily - look, flip, look, flip - as I cried. I tried writing an LJ entry about it at the time, and I didn't know what to say.
This week, I cleaned out my stack of New Yorkers that had been piling up, waiting to go to the library book sale. I now have a system where I tear the address label off of anything that's ready to go, but it's a new system, and I had to flip through the ones that still had labels to see if there was anything I still wanted to read. When I got to Platon's portfolio, I couldn't remember if they were the pictures that made me cry or not, so I started flipping through them. When I started crying, I stopped flipping, and I set the issue aside to write this entry. I still don't know what to say.