Taking Someone's Last Photograph

I recently read a blog post from another photographer that  spoke of his experience taking the photograph of an actor who had just found out his father had passed. It was a very powerful read and if you would like to read it, click  here.

So this brings me to a similar topic. There have been two moments in my life where I realized I was taking the “last photos” of a person. The last images that visually proved their existence. One happened a couple years back and I had this realization just before the shoot and the other happened last summer in Cuba and my realization of me being  the person’s last photographer came a few weeks ago when I heard they had passed away.

I'll tell you about the second instance.

Pura

So as some of you may know, I was born in Cuba. More specifically, La Habana. When I was born, I lived in The Capital for about a year but then moved to Sancti Spiritus with my mom and her family  after my dad had left on a raft to the U.S. (which leads to me being here, now a 16 year US citizen). 

When I lived in Sancti Spiritus  there were many people that took care of me, as some say, "it takes a village," which in this case it did. I was a handful for sure, but not in a bad way...I hope. Anyway, one of the villagers in this community of care takers was my babysitter Pura. She was the neighborhood babysitter of sorts: she would take care of children from around the neighborhood. I even had a close friend that I grew up with, recently  arrived from Cuba  who was also taken care  of by Pura when I was living there.

Pura was an old lady  even back then, but with her loving husband and her daughter she ran an awesome daycare.

Last Summer

So last summer I visited Cuba for my 5th time, but it was my first as an adult, and most importantly to this post, as a photographer. My main focus for this trip wasn't really to see family, it was on documenting the country where I was born with my eyes and my camera. I wanted to give my self some cultural definition regarding who I truly am, Cuban or American (I know now). 

During the entire trip, I had my camera, for every moment, every breath. 

Except for one.

When I went to visit Pura, we found her bedridden – she had fallen a couple months before and had broken her hip and due to her advanced age, she was not able to recover quickly. In the U.S., you would immediately go into surgery and, well, have a repaired hip. But due to the low amount of resources, Pura was not able to get her hip surgery. So she was literally perishing on her bed.

It was a huge shock to see my Pura in such a state. I say, "my Pura," because that's the only way I could describe how I thought of her when I saw her. I couldn't stop staring at her, I didn't want to because inside I honestly felt this would be the last time I saw her, and, unfortunately, I was right.

I had such a strong mixture of different emotions ranging from complete sadness,  to anger,  all accompanied with the strong desire to act. Which brings me to something I had mentioned previously: this was the one time I did not have my camera.

For the first time in my life, I was in a situation where all my photo-journalistic (to give it a name) senses where firing off...and I was camera-less. “Fuck me” was the only thing I could think of in that second.

But thank God I had my cellphone. And so, with the intent of capturing the last moments with Pura, I took these images.

After taking these images I sat down on the bed across from her own (where her husband sleeps) and just looked at the pictures. To see her on the screen of my phone almost made me cry because I realized that this really could mean the last time I would see her, the last memories of her. These pictures meant everything to me at that point, these pictures held similar weight as the first instance I had encountered taking someone's last photograph, but this time it was a "family" member.

Nothing in the world mattered to me more than getting at least one photograph that would accompany the image I will always hold in my heart of her. The images of her taking care of me as a small child along with the memories of her colorful backyard covered in banana trees and chicken pens  were "photographs" she gave me to remember her by. And I hope to use these images as the "photographs" to share with the world that represents a lady who was Pure.

Goodbye

Creating Purpose: Favorite photographers and my gifts to them.

Who inspires me......

There are multiple reasons why a great photograph is "great". Some of those reasons just deal with the subject, technique, or many other elements that touch the heart of the viewer. These photographs are created by skilled photographers that are able to capture, not only what they see, but what they feel, or don't feel. I personally have many photographers I admire that make me think of how wonderful it is to be a part of the action that creates those inspiring images: photography.

One of my favorite photographers is the amazing and equally famous photographer Steve McCurry. His most famous photograph also happens to be one of the most well known photographs in the world (according to multiple sources, this being one of them), Afghan Girl. McCurry captures the individuals he photographs for who they are at the present time. When I look at his portraits I'm always sucked in by the eyes of the individuals, but most importantly the soul behind those eyes truly helps me experience the soul of the image.

If Mr. McCurry ever read this I would share this picture, of mine, with him.

I took this on my last trip to Cuba. This lady is almost 100 years old and she has completely lost her mental ability. During my visit she would yell out "MAMI! MAMI!" (which means "Mom! Mom!"). But what surprised me wasn't that the people around her would not get irritated, but instead her own daughter would respond, "Estoy aqui," (which means "I'm here."). 

Another one of my favorite photographers is Arno Rafael Minkkinen (you can see his pictures here). Minkkinen uses his own body in his photography. His long slender form is blended into the background at times to create a sense of unity between the world and the human form. But at other times his limbs extend outwards as if trying to reach the infinity of the horizon. It's a very intense collection of photographs and as someone that has a great appreciation for the human form I truly admire his work; especially this one.

For Mr. Minkinnen I would love to share this picture I also took in Cuba.
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actually, I'll hold onto that picture. I'll show this one instead:

The other picture hasn't been released to the public yet since it will be part of a collection I will be exhibiting in Cuba (possibly this coming 2013 summer). If somehow Mr. Minkinnen does read this please contact me and I would be more than happy to share the original picture with you.

The picture above was taken in my college dorm living room with a really dark blue sheet as the background and 2  regular desktop lamps. 

I have many many other photographers I admire and would love to present my pictures to as a gift of appreciation for showing me their world, through their eyes. But that would make this into an entire book instead of a blog post haha.

Anyways, in this post I shared with you who inspires me to continue on my path of photography. Ultimately the world I see is what truly inspires Creative Purpose.

Who inspires you?