I found this picture by Leonard Freed in my inbox today.
The image in and of itself, like most imagery tells us almost nothing other than a situation that looked some-what like this appeared for a moment through the lens of Freed’s camera. And yet this photograph, through my eyes, communicates something of joy. Though he was speaking of a photography by Jacques Henri Lartigue my good friend Josh Smith recently said something appropriate;
"[It] described a magical, spontaneous world, and the joy I took from it needed no explanation or back-story whatsoever.”
I think my favorite type of photojournalist are people like Freed, who, through thier adept handling of the camera and only a bit a vague content can communicate something of the human condition.