Is photojournalism dead?
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside the day the music died. Welcome, brothers and sisters. On this sad day we gather to remember the presence in our lives we called photojournalism. The proclamations have been made – photojournalism is dead – and many believe it to be true. But this a memorial service rather than a funeral because we have yet to discover the body. The proof hasn’t been found. My comments today will reflect both my love for photojournalism and my respect for its basic tenets. One of those tenets is truth or, in my mind, honesty. So let’s be candid. Maybe it’s good that photojournalism is gone. I don’t say this with bitterness or defeat. I say it with hope and a sense of adventure. Photojournalism may be dead but new paths are in front of us, if we chose to take them. Photojournalism, we must remember, was invented to bring us from one stage to another. College professors championed the term for their cour
