In her book "It's What I Do, A Photographer's Life of Love and War" Lyndsey Addario maintains an impressive narrative. What is most fascinating is her ability to find the small details in horrific events. Through bombings and shooting with bullets flying she never fails to capture the smaller moments in the midst of horror.
While many of her photos are far from perfect, Addario manages to shoot some outstanding scenes. One of my personal favorites is shown in chapter 7 pg. 178 of three women in what I assume is Bahai (there is no caption). Between the colors and expressions of the subjects, the picture tells a remarkable story in regards to the chapter, "Women Are Casualties of Their Birthplace". The whole chapter in general is extremely engaging. Not only does it confront gender inequality, but racial as well. In this chapter she quotes "My Italian American, olive-hued skin had never been a liability before. I watched with horror as the little girl continued running, wondering what atrocities she must have witnessed at the hands of Arab militias." (188).
With the universal rule of do not disturb, Addario is presented with difficult moral choices. Remaining impartial is a challenging necessity when it comes to journalism. When you devote yourself to it you choose a life of at best, indirect activism. You can take photos and tell a story, however you have to trust that the story alone will change the scene. This is one thing I admire about Addario, her sacrifice to be a spectator to the greatest horrors the world has to offer, take photos, and simply witness. Putting a strain on herself and those close to her constantly risking her life to just maybe, get a shot that has some impact.
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