Being a documentary photographer is all about capturing the truth.
Kinda.
Sometimes the truth can be a bit slippery.
Take this photograph from a recent wedding for instance.

(c) Roger Overall 2010
What is going on here? Is this a slap or a caress? A gesture of anger or one of affection?
You can’t really tell.
As a documentary photograph, it’s a bit of a dud. Had I been less trigger happy and had I pressed the shutter a fraction of a second later, the story would have been clear. It is, in fact, a gesture of affection between the bride’s parents.
I thought I had something special, caught in the light of a summer’s day. When the shutter clicked, my heart lifted. I felt a real sizzle of excitement. When I saw the image on screen, my heart sank at the missed opportunity.
It happens. It’s part of being a documentary photographer. Problem is, what I do is important. Not heart-surgery important for sure, but I am given the privilege to photograph important moments in people’s lives and record them for posterity. So it really, really bugs me when I miss one – even by the slimmest sliver of a second.







