I love what I do.
But sometimes I feel that my craft, my art, falls far short from what I am witnessing. I recognize that history is unfolding in front of me. Sometimes I am wildly successful in capturing it, even in the midst of my own doubts of whether I have covered the event with the solemnity and joy that it deserves.
Such was the experience I had, that feeling that I didn’t do enough, when in 1990 I photographed Nelson Mandela, which, surprisingly, still mirrors what I am feeling today. I recognized then, that I saw a singular and profound life and I still struggle with this feeling that I should have done more, beyond the constraints that time and circumstance permitted.
What I am left with, in is this personal moment, having witness history from the cheap seats, that I feel privileged for having done so.
Nelson Mandela 1918-2013. At Yankee Stadium, Bronx, New York in 1990, shortly after he was released from prison in South Africa. ( Photo by Ricky Flores / Seis Del Sur )