The Guardian Newspaper sent me to The Jacob Javits Center to cover Hilary Clinton's Election Night Party. I was thrilled. I was prepared to be filled with emotion, and wanted to be somewhere that the effect of the (hopefully good) news would be intensified. That seemed like the perfect spot. I showed up to a party of thousands, and we all know how that party ended. With tears, dismay, palpable pain, and a confetti canon that never got to fire. I'm still glad to have been close to the fire when it burned that night. That's one thing many photographers like. Seeking out intense situations they can feel to the extreme and then retreat from. Distract themselves with the purpose of making photos and delivering news.
The feelings of that night have stayed with me, however. Particularly how I felt when I watch one little girl's mood turn from elation to utter devastation. She floored me. Made me take my "photojournalist pants" off, and put on my "woman pants." My "mom pants." My heart broke and I cried as I watched her sincere hope turn to anguish.