August 14th, 2009

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One thing about being a photographer, or a videomaker or a diarist, is that you become the keeper of memories. Things that pass from other people's minds are still in your files, your shoe boxes, your negative bins your notebooks -- those ordinary moments preserved with a clarity and when things happen, they're there to remind you and to make that day live again.

One of the up-sides of spending two years running around photographing people is that you get to see a lot of places and meet a lot of people. And one of the down sides, is that you suddenly know three hundred more people and three score more animals than you did when you started out and one by one you get to hear that they've died.

Fleming was, I think without a doubt, the most articulate person in the book. Both he and his wife were witty, and kind and delightful and their photo was always one of the most popular -- it was certainly my favorite in the whole book. (You can read their entry here.)

I was surprised to hear today that he'd died suddenly. An infection set in after routine surgery and the world is a little poorer for his passing.