Monday, March 28, 2016

Leadership Qualities of James Nachtwey - an essay

James Nachtwey; image borrowed from Google images, all rights reserved

            Photography is an uniquely powerful tool that can be used in a myriad of ways, but when it is used to advance justice, it has the ability to change lives. Photographers working in conflict zones are not only making a statement through their images but also by their very presence in the midst of war.
For me, the strength of a photography lies in its ability to evoke a sense of humanity. If war is an attempt to negate humanity, then photography can be perceived as the opposite of war and if its used well it can be a powerful ingredient in the antidote to war. In a way, if an individual assumes the risk of placing himself in the middle of a war in order to communicate to the rest of the world what is happening, he's trying to negotiate for peace.[1]
Making a life and career out of documenting war, conflict, and any one of far too many social justice issues demands much from a person, physically, emotionally, and relationally. In order to become an impactful leader in this field requires much more than just skill and endurance. James Nachtwey is just such a photographer, exceptionally proficient and selflessly dedicated to his craft and to the issues he chooses to cover. I chose to write this paper about him because I have the utmost respect for his photographic style, his passion for justice issues, and the way he melds these two passions. He is able to combine these two passions through discipline, humility, and commitment to proximity.
            James Nachtwey was born in Massachusetts in 1948. In 1976, after attending college, he was inspired by the images he saw coming out of the Vietnam War and the American civil rights movement and decided to become a war photographer, teaching himself the craft.[2] He would work tirelessly to become the anti-war photographer he is known as today by capturing images of every major world conflict since 1981 and covering many social issues including poverty, pollution, famine, and crime. His résumé is impressive and extensive, including having been awarded the Martin Luther King, Jr. Legacy Award which "recognizes and affirms those who have made significant and tangible contributions in the areas of race relations, justice, and human rights."[3] and in 2007 he was the winner of the TED prize, which is "awarded annually to an individual with a creative, bold vision to spark global change," for his work of raising awareness about extremely drug-resistant tuberculosis.[4] He has created two photo essay books, was nominated for an Academy Award for best documentary film for the biographical documentary, War Photographer, has worked for Time as a contract photographer since 1984, was a member of Black Star, Magnum, and VII, of which he was a founding member, and is currently covering the Syrian refugee crisis.[5] He is an undeniable leader in this field and is seen as "one of the bravest and most important war photographers of our time."[6]
            To attain this level of success with his photography began with mastering the craft of photography which requires a great deal of intellect, skill, and in-depth understanding of light, lenses, and angles, to list a few. This work requires patience, discipline, and hard work. I began my journey with photography in 2001 when I started the photo program at Spokane Falls Community College. This was right before digital photography really got started which has given me an appreciation for how much work goes into learning how to create an image, understanding aperture and film speed, as well as the delicate art of developing the film and bringing an image to life in the dark room. It is not a process you can rush or cut corners with. Producing any results, especially good ones, requires methodical and repetitive steps. I am grateful I had the opportunity to work with film first as it showed me how much discipline and hard work would be required for success in this field. When I switched to digital a few years after I graduated, I enjoyed a new-found ease for creating images but it also came with a decided lack of discipline and patience with my shooting. Shooting with a film camera forces you to put more thought into the image you are creating since you won't see the images until the film is processed. It makes you stop and think about what adjustments need to be made in order to create the best image possible so that there is less work that needs to be done in the darkroom. To see any one of Nachtwey's photographs is to recognize and appreciate his ability to create technically beautiful images, the direct result of years of discipline.
            Along with his discipline in the area of camera knowledge and technical aspects of photography, Nachtwey is also dedicated and disciplined to continue working in the face of such horror and hardship, something many people cannot endure for long. The horrors they witness in order to do their job and raise awareness are unimaginable. To continually return to the battlefield, the prison, or the slum, year after year, requires an inner strength and discipline that must come from a place of intense drive and desire to continue to fight against injustice, apathy, ignorance, and fear despite assured personal cost. "To cave in would be useless. What I do is channel my feelings into my work. Any anger that I'm feeling, frustration, disbelief, grief, I try and channel it into my pictures."[7] This requires remarkable discipline.
            I am inspired by his dedication to all aspects of his craft and recognize how far I am from being that kind of photographer. While I may think that I am disciplined to create and edit images with discipline, emphasizing technical aspects and perhaps being overly critical of my own work, I know that I have not pursued the issues I am passionate about with the same discipline and drive. It is far easier to work with flowers, sunsets, or cityscapes than it is to immerse oneself in a community of people dealing with daily injustices. I have a certain amount of insecurity about my own success and/or failure and my ability to interact with people on such an intimate level as would be required for creating the kinds of images necessary for affecting change. I haven't disciplined myself to take those steps, to get out of my comfort zone, and to face the very injustices that I hope the most to spotlight through my photography. Nachtwey’s high level of discipline and dedication to all areas of his work make him a leader I can learn from in my justice work and photography. I haven't always found people in leadership to be people I find worthy of following or learning from. Many of the people I have come in contact with who would be considered leaders, particularly bosses, may have had some level of discipline but it seems to have been directed inward, toward their own success. Even when I have had the opportunity to take on a managerial position, the experience was more negative than anything else, due in part to poor leaders who never took the time to train me adequately. As a result of those experiences I have shied away from further leadership roles with my jobs, feeling ill-equipped to take on that role without positive leaders to learn from. I am learning to seek out leaders I respect and who have lessons to teach, regardless of whether I have a direct relationship with them or not. While discipline and hard work are common qualities in a leader, great leaders will possess other characteristics which set them apart.
            The quality I find to be the most admirable and important one Nachtwey possesses is his profound humility. His desire to create images that speak volumes so that he only has to say a little is admirable, particularly in a culture that encourages and celebrates celebrity, selfishness, and arrogance. As evidenced by any speech he may give, it is evident that he is not there to make a name for himself or to gain followers or fans, and that the attention and spotlight make him uncomfortable. 
The worst thing is to feel that as a photographer I am benefiting from someone else's tragedy. This idea haunts me. It is something I have to reckon with every day because I know that if I ever allow genuine compassion to be overtaken by personal ambition I will have sold my soul. The only way I can justify my role is to have respect for the other persons' predicament. The extent to which I do that is the extent to which I become accepted by the other, and to that extent I can accept myself.[8]
He is there to be a voice for the voiceless which he does eloquently, through spoken language when absolutely necessary, but even more so through the silent yet more powerful language of his photographs. Even the captions of his photos are generally short and factual, leaving the rest of the story to be told in what shines through on the paper.
I have had the privilege of seeing this type of humility also lived out in the lives of my parents who sought not to gain recognition or personal glory for anything they did but to always point towards God, his provision, and his goodness. I have learned much from their examples for which I am extremely grateful. Because of this upbringing and my faith in God, I find arrogance to be the most off-putting quality a person, especially a leader, can possess. It is the opposite of humility and is in direct contradiction to Jesus' commands in Romans 12 to not give yourself more importance or place yourself above others. I think this is partly why it is challenging for me to do any sort of self-promotion in regards to my photography, or other areas of my life, as I worry that it will seem as though I'm trying to make my photography about me and my own glorification, an idea that I strongly abhor. Many years ago I heard a pastor say that, "We were never created to have an image but to reflect one,"[9] and that phrase has stuck with me. Photography has always been a way for me to attempt to reflect the image of God through the content of my work as well as through any potential financial benefit. If I'm not using my photography, a passion gifted to me by God, to bless and benefit others in some way, then I will have succumbed to selfishness and greed, and consequently failed to reflect His image. Being able to see how Nachtwey balances confidence, rather than arrogance, and humility so expertly gives me hope for learning the same skills. Discerning how to be confident enough in my gifting to go after what I feel lead to do and still remain humble has been a challenge I have shied away from but I think I am beginning to make progress in that area, however slowly. Such is the effect of seeing the examples of good leadership.
            Not only does Nachtwey possess a great deal of humility in regards to recognition for his work, he shows much humility in actually creating the photographs. In order to produce the type of photographs he creates, he has to be someone whom other people welcome and accept into their lives often in the midst of great tragedy and hardship.
An arrogant, pushy photographer who is only there for a shot or two and then is off to the next hotspot could never make the images Nachtwey has been able to make, build the relationships he has built, nor influence the amount of change he has been able to. This speaks to his profound respect and compassion for the people he is photographing and for their situation. "I attempt to become as totally responsible to the subject as I possibly can. The act of being an outsider aiming a camera can be a violation of humanity."[10] His images are never degrading or humiliating no matter the circumstance. In watching War Photographer you can clearly see how he connects with people. He's methodical, patient, and careful, always aware of the intricacies of what is happening around him and working to capture the best shot without interfering or drawing attention to himself. He has a quiet open manner, speaking very little in the film, often only to narrate to the viewer what is or was happening. This level of humility and respect is something I aspire to and continue to strive for in all areas of my life, not just my photography. It is through this approach that real relationships can be formed and sustained and injustices can be revealed and addressed.
            James Nachtwey's photographs are also exceptional due in part to his proximity to his subjects. He gets very close to the people he is working with and because of this he is able to capture emotions and evoke feelings that images captured from a distance are incapable of doing. In the words of Robert Capa, “If your photographs aren't good enough, you're not close enough."[11] In War Photographer, there is a story told by one of Nachtwey's colleagues about a man in Indonesia who was being chased down by a murderous mob for no reason other than his ethnicity and Nachtwey was right there, running with him, eventually spending 20 minutes pleading for the mans' life before the man was eventually killed. He couldn't stop the mob but he tried.[12] Many photographers keep their distance and don't step in to save a life when given the chance. He had to be close enough to this mob and this man in order to try to stop the murder. Nachtwey is not there merely to document and to bear witness, but to also fight for justice through means other than his photography. "I have been a witness, and these pictures are my testimony. The events I have recorded should not be forgotten and must not be repeated." It is so easy to maintain a safe distance, in photography and in life, to protect oneself from harm and to avoid having to really confront injustice.
            Commitment to proximity is something I struggle with both in my life and with my photography. I'm often uncomfortable, physically and emotionally, in close proximity to others, particularly strangers, but I recognize that I'm missing out on all the good that can come from getting close with someone. Proximity encourages seeing from someone else's perspective and thereby gaining deeper understanding, greater insight and truer compassion that may otherwise be missed. To be able to fight injustice requires a commitment to proximity. Bryan Stevenson, another great leader in justice work who is the founder of the Equal Justice Initiative, a lawyer, a professor, and activist,[13] also emphasizes the importance of proximity in justice work in a talk he gave at the 2014 Justice Conference.[14] I am challenged by the examples of Nachtwey, Stevenson, and many others to confront my fears and to learn to work in closer proximity with people. I learn well by watching what other people do and how they do it and to see a brief glimpse of how Nachtwey works when he's photographing gives me ideas on how to strive to make that a greater part of who I am in my photography and justice work. Great leaders are ones who work closely with you, who are willing to put in the time and energy to see you succeed and grow, and who aren't afraid of building relationship in close proximity with you. As stated above, many of my experiences with people in leadership roles have been negative, something I think can be attributed in part to their lack of humility as well as their seeming failure to recognize the importance of building relationships based on intentional proximity.
            James Nachtwey, a man of incredible discipline, profound humility, and fearless proximity show him to be a leader in photography and also in justice work, using the former to shed light on the latter and bring about change. I chose James Nachtwey because he is a man whose work and character I greatly admire and whose passion for photography and justice issues resonate with me on a deep level. Micah 6:8 says, "What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly." While I do not know where his faith may or may not lie, James Nachtwey and his work epitomize these words and I can clearly see Jesus' example being lived out here. As Christians we are called to, "Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy."[15] I have long dreamed of having the opportunity, confidence, and strength to use my photography to do just that. To be able to bring light to topics people may not know much about, speak through my photography for those unable to make their voices heard, and to ultimately bear witness so that these atrocities are not repeated is a goal I hope to achieve throughout my life. There is no more powerful a way to 'speak up' for someone than through the medium of photography. A speech, a painting, or a song can do a lot but a photograph can say much more than all the words, all the songs, and all the paintings combined. They truly can be worth a thousand words and have the power to influence lasting change.


To view James's work, please visit: http://www.jamesnachtwey.com/
 
References:
[1] War Photographer, directed by Christian Frei, (2001; First Run Features), DVD.
[2] James Nachtwey, Witness Photography by James Nachtwey, accessed February 27, 2016, http://jamesnachtwey.com/.

[3] "Recognizing Those Who 'Live the Legacy' of Dr. King," City of Bloomington, accessed February 18, 2016, https://bloomington.in.gov/sections/viewSection.php?section_id=557.

[4] "XDR-TB Awareness - James Nachtwey," TED, accessed February 20, 2016, https://www.ted.com/participate/ted-prize/prize-winning-wishes/xdr-tb-org.

[5] Nachtwey, Witness Photography by James Nachtwey.

[6] Christian Frei, "About James Nachtwey," War Photographer, A Film by Christian Frei, accessed February 22, 2016, http://www.war-photographer.com/en/.
[7] War Photographer, directed by Christian Frei.
[8] War Photographer, directed by Christian Frei.

[9] Pastor Will McCain, Spokane, WA.

[10] War Photographer, directed by Christian Frei.

[11] "Robert Capa American, B. Budapest 1913 - D. Indochina 1954," Magnum Photos, 2014, accessed February 27, 2016, http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP3=CMS3.

[12] War Photographer, directed by Christian Frei
[13] "Bryan Stevenson," EJI, accessed February 20, 2016, http://www.eji.org/BryanStevenson.

[14] Bryan Stevenson, speech, The Justice Conference, Orpheum Theater, Los Angeles, CA, 2014, https://vimeo.com/90682764.

[15] Prov 31:8-9, NIV.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Just a note - Dad, Mini Cooper, Nikita, Dreams



Earlier this week I saw a dream of mine become a reality. I don't know when it started exactly, this dream, but it has been years in the making. I was living in Spokane, WA, at the time, after having moved there after high school, a place I would call home for 14 years. They are cute little cars, to be sure. Sporty. Fun. Cool. Whatever it's origins, my love for Mini Coopers has only grown over the years. I wanted one! They looked like a blast to drive and they're cuter than any buttons I've ever seen.

Some time after I began my love affair with Mini's, I had the opportunity to go visit the nearest Mini dealership over in the Seattle area. My dad, one of my brothers, David, and I took a trip over there to check them out and test drive one. It was thrilling to pull into the dealership and see all the Mini's there. There was an old one inside in the reception area that I was almost certain I could actually pick up and carry out the door it was so small. That was a beautiful car! Perfectly restored or maintained and just gorgeous! They don't look like that anymore, as is true of most things I suppose. But I still love the look of the new ones. We ended up taking one out for a drive, all 3 of us with the salesman, in that small car. David is a tall guy, probably over 6 feet. I'm not too tall, about 5'3" and Dad wasn't a tall man, maybe 5'6" if I had to guess. I don't remember much about the salesman but we all fit in that car and it wasn't too cramped. There's plenty of room up front with the crunch coming for back seat passengers having to sit behind taller front seat passengers. It was awesome to zip around their little test driving route! I was hooked even more. I've never been much of a car person. They are functional things to be used. I've never named one of my cars. But getting to drive a Mini for the first time and having that enjoyment of driving such a speedy, gutsy little thing was so much fun! I could begin to appreciate some of the car-love I'd seen in other people.

Sadly, I was not in any position to purchase a Mini that day, certainly not a new one, but the dream grew. I'm terrible at remembering dates but some time after that trip I found a red Mini in Spokane that I thought might be for me. I took it out for a test drive with another brother, Michael. Yet another fun drive. You can't not have fun driving one, unless of course you're terrified of speed and zippiness. Mom, I will try to keep my speed under control when you go for a ride with me. Try. I went to the bank and was crushed to be told that though they had 'preapproved' me, a term I am wary of, I wasn't actually going to be 'approved' for the loan to get this one. Excuse me?? Why didn't you run my credit and do whatever banks do before you 'preapprove' someone?? I had almost signed the papers. I was truly angry and frustrated to have come so close and then to be denied at the end. This Mini was not to be mine. I ended up purchasing a 2003 Mazda Protégé shortly after that, sometime around 2006, I think. It was a great little car, plenty of zoom and such. It has been a really good car. But it wasn't my Mini.

I have had my Mazda paid off for a few years now and have a job that allows me to not only pay my bills, pay for going to grad school, and travel when I want . . . well, not as much as I want to but certainly more than before, but to actually have some money in a savings account. These are things I haven't always had and am so very grateful for now. I don't take that for granted. So I decided to inquire about the loan and see what was out there to fit my budget. They approved me at a great rate, I think. Thanks to Michael, we soon found a car worth looking into. There are Mini's out there to be found for sure, but it needed to be the right one. Automatic, red, good mileage, in good condition inside and out, not too old, preferable an S (sport).

This past week I finally brought home my Mini!! More than 10 years later, my dream of owning a shiny red Mini Cooper S has come true! March 23, 2016, Michael, along with his wife and daughter, Gemmalyn and Kyla, and myself drove over to Bremerton to check out this car. I had the money in my account for the cashier's check. The seller seemed to be a pretty decent guy (you never know what you're gonna get on Craigslist). We had done as much research on this car as we could without seeing it and I was pretty certain this was my car. Sure enough, it all checked out, everything seemed to work as it should and of course, it is bright shiny red! I gave him the check and he gave me the title and we were set. I couldn't believe it had finally happened, on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, after so many years of hoping and dreaming. She was coming home with me to stay, to her forever home. I know, I know, people talk like that about dogs and kids and I'm not in any way making light of those contexts, but for me, this is probably the closest I'll come to feeling that way about something or someone, at least until I get married, a far more distant prospect these days.

It was a bittersweet moment, this dream coming true, this car coming home with me. I'd laid awake the nights before thinking about this car, trying not to get my hopes up so high that it would hurt when they weren't realized. Always trying to temper the excitement with reality. But I also lay awake thinking about my Dad. He passed away 6 years ago now, still so hard to believe, still bringing tears tumbling down my face unbidden, even now. I kept thinking how much I wish he were here to share this moment with, to go for a drive with. For the first time I brainstormed names for this car. I wanted something great, something personal, something that would speak to some of the things I did get to share with my Dad when he was here. Not because I think he'd really care what I might name this car, but to show honor in some small way to him for being my dad, for sharing my love for Mini's, and to remember him in this way. 


Nikita isn't just a new car for me. She is a representation of a new beginning, a new phase in my life. She is the proof that dreams can come true, no matter how big or small they are, when you hang on and you work hard and you have a lot patience and even more faith. She is a reminder of my Dad and many of the things he taught me and shared with me. She is the hope that other dreams will come true, in their own time and perhaps in unexpected and maybe even mundane ways. Maybe on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. Maybe years after the seed of a dream was planted. Maybe just when they were supposed to.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Just a Note - Soul Cravings, Music, Sam Hunt, Inspiration, Something



     I'm trying some new ideas with this outlet. I hope you'll join me and learn and explore with me along the journey. This is the first of what I intend to write of many notes about me. There will be plenty of other notes about other topics, of course! But I don't often share much of myself without being asked or prodded, at least not in ways that most people really understand. maybe hoping others will somehow learn something about me at their own prompting, which isn't entirely fair of me. How can anyone know what I might want to share with them if I never give them any insight into what that might be? This is my attempt to share some things with people that I wouldn't normally just share in everyday conversation but that I want people to know and understand about me.
     Music. There is a unique beauty I find in music that feeds my soul cravings like nothing else I've ever found, except for photography. Bliss is great music on my IPOD and wandering around taking photos, preferably in a new place. Music and photography inspire me and I often find myself wanting to create photos of a song I've heard or put lyrics to my photographs. They are more often than not intertwined in my mind. Finding an artist, a lyric, a sound, that resonates deep within me that creates something in me, an excitement, an inspiration; feeding & creating an insatiable hunger that is constantly rumbling deep in my soul, louder at times than others. I often wish I could ingest music like I ingest food, to be able to take it into my body and feed my soul like food feeds this earthly shell, to somehow quench that soul-hunger, to soak it up and weave it into my DNA, store it in one of those little markers that determine and reveal to some degree who we are and who we might be. This. This is a glimpse of how music speaks to me.
    I find myself in these moments when the aching for inspiration is nearly unbearable, like an addicts' cravings for the next fix. It's something that sneaks up on me every once in a while, unsuspecting and vicious in it's attack, unrelenting until I find that . . . something. Like a panic attack coming on, oxygen is suddenly in short supply, jumbled & chaotic thoughts, desperation blacking out any other thought or desire, gotta find that next hit! Gotta find . . . something .. . something Beautiful, unique, moving, new, something deep that fulfills that hunger that nothing else satiates, that speaks the language of my soul, that deepest need for . .. something . . .. a lyric, a phrase, an image, a sound . . . There can be no rest until it's found.
     I listen to a variety of music styles and often get stuck in one genre for a while before going to another one, though there's always overlap. One of those genres that comes and goes for me is country music. It is something I listened to a lot growing up, maybe due in part to some siblings who also listened to it, or perhaps because I was raised in a small farming town where country music just fit that way of life. On the other hand, I also listened to a lot of rap music at the time, too, so my taste in music covers a broad spectrum. Those 2 genres don't generally go well together in most people's opinion I think but I've loved artists and music in both. I love a good story told over a beautiful tracks, regardless of genre. I think there's something unique about country music that takes me back, regardless of whether it’s a song from back then or a new one. There's that something in the lyrics and the sound that make me nostalgic for that time in my life. Rap music doesn't have the same effect. If it's a song from the nineties when I was listening to a lot of it, then it may stir that up in me, but the rap music of today isn't the same to me and I don't react to it the same way. Country music has that timeless quality.
            I heard a song on the radio the other day, thank you Shazam for telling me who it was, and it stirred something in me. When I got home and did some exploring, I discovered Sam Hunt. I'd heard some of his songs before and honestly they struck me as a little odd for the way they sound, and I didn't really connect with them before, but this time, something clicked. Timing. Not only is he gorgeous, he's got an incredible voice that he can do a lot with, a style all his own, and if the videos are in anyway accurate, he actually seems like a genuinely good guy. Did I mention he's gorgeous? Man, those eyes and that smile! I digress . . .  a little. But beyond those superficialities, what I think I love the most about his music is the uniqueness of it, that he is making music he wants to make. It's not cookie-cutter and the same as every other country artist, for me anyway. He's incorporated his influences, which include hip-hop sounds, into his song-writing and singing in a new way. I think that's part of what I originally didn't like about some of the songs I'd heard before. I thought it was weird. "Who's this guy kinda doing this spoken word bit in the middle of what would otherwise be a really good country song??" That's what I was thinking.
            But the more I listened to his music and watched some of those interviews, the more he grew on me. Hence, my current infatuation. I can't get enough of his music! If I liked Kenny Chesney half as much, I'd have bought that $250 ticket to see them in Seattle this summer. I didn't cuz I don't. But the very idea that he is doing something he loves in a way that is unique to him, is beautiful and wonderful. It's one of those somethings! That hits my inspiration button on multiple levels - beautiful, meaningful, unique, creative; that both eases and ignites that craving in me for something genuine, inspired. To see someone living out their dreams, sharing their passions, using their God-given gifts in such an incredible way, it speaks to me and moves me like nothing else. Thank you Sam, for creating music I want to curl up in and float away on, to play on repeat until my cup overflows. 

 Music video by Sam Hunt performing Make You Miss Me. (C) 2016 Out In It.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Found

That first moment
when the instruments begin to play
and start to build
and the vocals come in
and the marriage of the two is magic

That's the moment
when you know
you've just heard a new favorite song
for the first time
and you'll never forget this moment
when it first found you 

It stops you in your tracks
Like coming up from beneath the waves
bursting into the light
gasping for air
learning to breathe again

Like capturing a magical moment on film
leaves you breathless
excited
happy
learning to live again

Like sweetest aching whispers
truth and beauty
in the depths of your soul
beginning to hear again

This moment here