happened. it was the loudest noise i heard. from that second both my eardrums got blown out. i recall seeing the people behind me getting pushed back. everything became a gray cloud of dust. i remember things hitting my face. by the time i turned back around everybody who was in front of me was now on the ground. i turned around and it was nobody in front of me. i thought where s my wife. i look down and i see her and her eyes are open. i realize she s okay.
what to shoot and not to shoot. i mean, this isn t the worst photo i ve taken that day, but it s pretty bad. part of the american sports scene since 1897. i was with my mother, my father, and my aunt carmen. she was running in the marathon. she s my mom s sister and we re all very close, so we wanted to support her. we were tracking carmen through our cell phone as to where she was in the race. so when we knew she was getting close, we decided to, you know, go to the finish line. we weren t there more than seemed like 15 or 20 minutes before everything happened. it was just the loudest noise i have ever heard, so like from that second both my eardrums got blown out.
we were tracking carmen through our cell phone as to where she was in the race. so when we knew she was getting close, we decided to, you know, go to the finish line. we weren t there more than seemed like 15 or 20 minutes before everything happened. it was just the loudest noise i have ever heard, so like from that second both my eardrums got blown out. as i recall seeing the people behind me getting pushed back from the blast and even sydney falling backwards and getting tossed back, and i kind of was pushed down. the smoke and debris and everything just went past me. everything became a gray cloud of dust. i just remember being sort of thrown, and i remember things hitting my face. i remember just trying to breathe. and by the time i turned back around, everybody who was in front of me was now on the ground.
i have ever heard, so like from that second both my eardrums got blown out. as i recall seeing the people behind me getting pushed back from the blast and even sydney falling backwards and getting tossed back, and i kind of was pushed down. the smoke and debris and everything just went past me. everything became a gray cloud of dust. i just remember being sort of thrown, and i remember things hitting my face. i remember just trying to breathe. and by the time i turned back around, everybody who was in front of me was now on the ground. i turned around and there was nobody in front of me. i thought that, okay, where s my wife? and i just slowly looked down and i see her and her eyes are open, so i realize, all right, she s okay. she s okay. my first look at the scene of the bodies was over the fence and straight on.
what to shoot and not to shoot. i mean, this isn t the worst photo i ve taken that day, but it s pretty bad. part of the american sports scene since 1897. i was with my mother, my father, and my aunt carmen. she was running in the marathon. she s my mom s sister and we re all very close, so we wanted to support her. we were tracking carmen through our cell phone as to where she was in the race. so when we knew she was getting close, we decided to, you know, go to the finish line. we weren t there more than seemed like 15 or 20 minutes before everything happened. it was just the loudest noise i have ever heard, so like from that second both my eardrums got