so there i was, drinking coffee at 11pm and writing in my journal (my real one. not the dA journal) when I hear rubber screeching on the pavement outside in harmony with a car horn. i stop writing when the horn doesn't cease after a couple seconds. by the time my ears are fully focused on the noises outside on 14th avenue, i can hear a woman screaming.
i ran to my window (which my room is downstairs, so my view is limited) and see two cars smashed together and some smoke coming out of one. i sprint upstairs to get a better view and to check if anyone is hurt. there are two women outside the cars screaming, and I hear "call 911" being shouted by other people in the dark (which my father was already doing).
I can't see anyone still trapped in the cars, so I sprint back downstairs, grab my camera and run outside.
1. it's very difficult to focus when your hands are shaking.
2. it's difficult to adjust in camera settings when your hands are shaking.
terrifying, it is, taking pictures of an accident, not knowing if your about to see paramedics deal with some crazy shit (which, no one was seriously injured in this accident tonight, thankfully), hearing screaming, etc.
im not even going to look at the shots I got from tonight, rather drink some more coffee and wonder what the real photojournalists go through with every story they shoot.
(edit: 20 minutes and four cups of coffee later I couldn't resist)