A Moment of Pause

I never met Tim Hetherington and knew Chris Hondros only in passing covering assignments in Haiti and Iraq. However, the work of both photojournalists speaks volumes to the passion and the intelligence in which they approached visual reportage. In industry filled with gadgets and the 'the-next-new-thing," Hetherington and Hondros exemplified the importance of visual story-telling and have paid an enormous price in keeping us informed.

Not driven by fame, nor sustained by glory, but governed and seduced by the need only to bring truth and light to many strangers' story. Their cameras have fallen but their voices have not been silenced for the images they have left are a reminder to us all of the value and purpose of their calling.

So as we try to move forward, photojournalists from around the world share in the news of the passing of our two brethren. Let us mourn our collective loss, and pause for the truth and light that we have been given.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

In Memory of Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros