Remembering Chris Hondros, Part I

I’ve often felt that being a photojournalist traveling to far away and troubled places was one of the loneliest things anyone could subject themselves to voluntarily. We know sometimes that’s required to make photographs which matter. It allows us to have empathy and compassion for the people we photograph. But I am grateful to know that this was one time Chris did not have to be alone. Knowing that he had friends by his side as he prepared for his next journey will help us move forward, processing an enormous tragedy.