walk through St. Peter's Cemetery after a funeral for his wife,
Natasha Richardson. Photograph: Mike Groll/AP"
I came across this photograph here in The Guardian. I am deeply ambivalent about it. On the one hand I can nearly feel the burden of pain and sadness reflected in Neeson's posture. I recognized the feelings immediately. On the other hand, what the hell was the photographer Mike Groll doing there? When my son Jeff died, his older brother (then 17) nearly punched news reporters who'd camped out at his mother's house. Yes it is the photographer's job. But there are jobs one might turn down, right?