I didn’t know him, but I stood for hours in the cold outside the church where his funeral was held. The air was brisk, but the sun was shining. During the last funeral I went to, it poured. I had…

While archiving some pictures last night, I realized that the American flag had been appearing in more than my share of photographs lately.  In just the past eight days of work, flags were in my pictures four times.  It got…

Covering tragedy is part of the job for photojournalists. Fortunately, it doesn’t happen every day. And I certainly don’t look forward to it.

The debate over whether the press should be present at moments of personal tragedy is as old as…

Recently, I photographed the funeral for a soldier who was killed in action in Afghanistan. His name was Cpl. Gunnar Zwilling, a 20-year-old from O’Fallon, Mo. First and foremost, I can never imagine the heartache that is inflicted on the family…