May's The Digital Journalist presents a gallery of images from Jonathan Alpeyrie of Veterans from around the world.
In this age of cheap patriotism, when the greatest war sacrifice most of us makes is the damage caused to our clothing through pinning on little flags, it's good to be reminded this Memorial Day that it wasn't always so...
His aim was to photograph and interview this dying generation of combatants, something that had certainly been done many times before, but what Alpeyrie wanted to do that was different was to photograph veterans from every country that fought in the war.
A few months ago I took over a position from my good friend Gina producing the Digital Journalist, "A Multimedia Magazine for Photojournalism in the Digital Age". The DJ continually impresses me with the quality and depth of photojournalism they promote each month. The latest is no exception:
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Magnum 60 Years - It sounds like the beginning of a really bad joke: There was this Englishman, Frenchman, Hungarian and Pole who got together to form a photographers' cooperative.
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Josie is four weeks old today. I had a crazy dream last night that we had to put her back in the womb for some bizarre medical reason. Seems I have to worry about the bean in my sleep as well.
In the tradition of the indigenous tribal peoples of North American, a child must be given their tribal name at week four. When Josie gets upset, her face turns a beet red (her whole body for that matter), so we've tentatively dubbed her 'glows red in the face'. A few other names in the running:
gets milk from the boob
wakes parents at four
poops much in the pants
We hold the sacred naming ritual at midnight tonight. We offer a sacrifice to the great spirit as we burn a dirty diaper while chanting, "No, I think it's your turn to change her."
Born 11:40 AM - 7lbs, 7oz, 19 inches
more bean...
Uther would like to take a moment to thank our friends at Old Shaw Farm for their hospitality and their open door policy.
