In Memory of Chris Hondros

All the war photographers I’ve ever met had that weird light about them.  They are God’s chosen ones- His angels designated to be the bearers of bad news and images of hell on earth.  What kind of maniac chooses to enter a battle unarmed?  I don’t believe they choose to do it.  I believe they are chosen.

Link: In Memory of Chris Hondros – The Golden Hour