When death comes

Death comes with a thick dark cloud that drills a deep hole in the heart. Robs us of our joy and happiness, and leaves us with pain and sorrow for as long as we can hold it.

Death is a respecter of no man and it sure doesn’t have a time on the clock nor date on the calendar, it visits whenever. Life in photography has opened my eyes and ears to some mysterious tragedies and has hardened my heart for quite some time now. It’s really not easy watching folks cry over the demise of their loved ones and you’re there trying to capture a photo that best describes the emotion circulating in the atmosphere as at the time of the event. I mean, you’ll see people crying over the darkness death has caused their household and you’re doing your job. What kind of human are you? Don’t you feel empathy? Well, without putting aside emotions, some of these moments won’t have been captured.

Death comes with misery that wrecks some folks mentally, physically, and emotionally. It inflicts wounds and leaves a lot of people scars and shocks that they sometimes live with for the rest of their lives. Hearing stories of how good some people were on earth will sometimes make you question “why do good people die young?” For someone that extends a kind and generous hands not only to their families but to neighbors and strangers. Not minding their tribe, religion, or race.

The kind of people this world needs to make it a better place ends up leaving this world to a better place.

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So much emotion on the photos.

Yeah, the emotion one sees when death comes.