Up till 4AM. Sleep a few hours then up and back online monitoring what is going down. My flat mate has a date for coffee, but I’ve been asleep in more ways than one and my mobile battery and camera battery aren’t fully charged. She leaves before me, but I feel bad, so I pack and race out trying to catch up. Walking. Streets are not entirely deserted but the air has chilled significantly, and the entire feel can be summed up by moments of flickering intimacy.
Strangers no more. In milliseconds I make eye contact with those who pass on the street. “Hi.” “How are you?” “How are your friends, your family?” “Are you good?” “We are here.” “We are alive, now let’s show these people who is really in control.” “Cool?” “COOL!” “Okay, let’s go.” ALL of this conversation done without anything more than a glance. Focus, goosebumps and wind as storm clouds race by overhead.
All it takes is ONE footstep outside the confined safety of the home and already the balance of power has shifted back to the masses, the attacks a grain of sand blown back in the direction it came.

My shoes crack on glass underfoot, and then I realize I’m standing in blood. At first I think “this can’t be.” But then I know it’s real. Spiderwebbed windows with blood trails. Particles, pieces of the battle scattered in the gutter. Chalk circles around Kalashnikov pockmarks on the wall across the street. A light rain falls and the media is out in force, but again, it all feels okay, blended. Civilians, journalists and mourners move in and out, talking to one another. More sirens. More photographers I know.
Rumors swirl. Police chasing a Citroen filled with armed men. Twenty ambulances roll by, bright blue flashers, sirens piercing the fading light with a unique shrill. Heads turn, collars are pulled tight and people move to where they need to be. Unmarked police cars in formation race by as day turns to night and Paris begins to glow.
As the day advances so do the numbers of tourists emerging from hotels, hostels and homes, sniffing out the safety level. Backpackers, small groups of students with limited time who need to soak up every once of what Paris has to offer before the VISA or the funds run out. At five thirty I wait for a friend on a bridge in Central Paris. We walk toward Notre Dame looking for a Chinese restaurant. I have a foreboding feeling. French stormtroopers in camo with full autos in their hands tilt their berets toward the wind as their eyes work the crowd. No smiles here. If it goes down now there will be unsolvable trouble.
I’m relieved to find the restaurant off the beaten path, filled with locals. I’m looking at places differently. Glass fronts, single exits, large crowds are now viewed with skepticism. What’s my “Plan A?” “Plan B?” Not jumpy, just aware.
At Republique we are moved out by police on loudspeakers telling us not to gather in groups. There are people doing what you do after things like this, but there is also laughter and uneasy smiles. This is, after all, who we are, how we deal. We are resilient. We find a way out. Always. As a united front peaceful people are unstoppable.

I fear that nothing will change. The jaded skeptic is here with me in Paris. We are sleeping together. One in the same. As a species, before anything else, we need to educate. Starting with ourselves. Do we know why? I mean REALLY know why? Why this is happening? I’m not so sure we do. In fact I’m nearly certain we don’t. We have become a species that lusts to be entertained. Reality has begun to pale in comparison to life on the screen. But this fight is all too real, and as evidenced by Paris, this is coming to all of our doors.
Vive La France
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Remarkable Dan that, given who you are, and your beginnings as a photographer, that you were there, right there, then.
Sending this to Provisors, Jack Sonni, Jonathan.
Really nice piece…. are you home now?
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EG,
Thank you. Nope. Still here. Home soon. A bit more work to do here and then out.
Good to read that you are safe, Daniel.
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Mike,
Thanks amigo. So far so good.
I have been enjoying the staccato/Beat vice you’re developing in your writing. It’s a little eerie how well suited it is to current events.
Getting at some deep truth of how Daniel feels about a photo show is good. Getting at some deep truth of how Daniel feels about life and death and war on the street is different.
I’m glad you’re there and writing.
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AM,
Thank you. Feels right. Fractured day, so fractured copy seems to fit. Sunny today, warm. A different story.
The drumbeat of yet more snooping to “prtotect” us has already begun.
My father always said that religion is the root cause of all wars. I disagree. We should not mistake the thing for the cloak it comes dressed in. Radix malorum cupiditas est. If you want to know where the malevolence comes from, look to those who are driven by the desire to accumulate filthy lucre. It is an ancient lesson.
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Lionel,
Like the octopus. Many arms and legs, all moving like a magician. “Don’t look over here.”
Thank you for this – beyond surreal and yet searingly real as well. I’m glad you’re safe and am so saddened for the losses. Much to process, and your piece asks all the right questions.
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Thanks Alex,
Strange days, but the sun is out and so is the real Paris.
Hola Amigo….errr I guess that should be Bonjour Mon Ami,
With Sunday morning coffee in hand I came by your site thinking I hadn’t been by in many weeks….then I see multiple thumbnails with Paris written underneath….wow…timing.
Glad to hear you and the group are okay! All the best for a safe return.
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JT,
You know me, Action Jackson. Not really. Just coincidence.
I’m on my third round to try to make a comment or erase and stop. It’s hard. My last try: it’s from out of this world what happened. Yet it happens every day in the east. It’s here now. Brainless violence. On the doorstep. I digged in history from the 60ies 70ies 80ies 90ies. It happened before… I think. For just thinking differently. For believing something differently. For just being differently. It happened before.
But we don’t learn. We are so wise. But we don’t learn.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Glad you’re sound and safe Dan. Keep strong.
PS The Red Colors feel odd. Direct. In my face…
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Hey Reiner,
Yes. History is tricky that way. Are we doomed to repeat. Apparently.
… I have nothing to say, except, thank you for bringing us first hand what is going on in Paris.
Vive la France
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Thanks EB
There is a buzz in this Dan, almost like you are the photojournalist again. As somebody earlier said much more eloquently, the staccato beat is perfectly suited to this. Glad to hear you are safe, stay that way sir.
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Mick,
Thank you. A curious day for sure.
Poignant piece. Glad you are safe.
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Thanks TK
Well done and well said.
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Mike,
Cloudy, cold today, but the streets are noisy.
In a previous post you said that you’re “not a photographer anymore” but the “journalist” in you never left…
A great post Daniel and have a safe rest of your trip and a good journey back home.
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Thanks Paul.
I have been fascinated for years at the detours life takes us. We start with an idea or a goal in mind and end with a result that is very different than what we had hoped. Somewhere a long the way we discover our voice and our purpose. Extraordinary thoughts for extraordinary times.
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Thanks Garry. If you had been here I know you would have put your spin on it too.
Great writings Dan.
Happy you’re safe mon ami.
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Thanks Randy. Strange days for sure.
Glad you’re safe! Your writing is exceptional- just like your photographs. Safe travels home!
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Thanks Tracy
holy fuck. glad you are safe.
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Winter,
I was like you for a few days, hardly any sleep!
Read this without knowing the author… glad it was you. Missed your voice, Dan.
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Hey Martin,
Long time no see. Thanks for reading.
Well written Dan and superb photos too. Glad you’re safe. Pg
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Paul,
What about me?
Thank you. The photos bring home the horrible personal and intimate sense of horror.
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Harris,
Random and wicked.
Wow Dan – your words fly across the ocean from Texas to Indiana… Bringing the Real….
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Barry,
Indiana? No way. I remember that place. Thanks for reading.
Great piece and photos, Dan: this is Photojournalism.
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Thanks Alex. I think there are some photogs out there who really went above and beyond. Paris Match did a special issue, which I have not seen, but I’m sure there are some remarkable images. I just made some simple pics and got out.
D – Exquisite, poignant and brutally honest… and the beat goes on. Thank you for reminding us not to forget reality.. We unite for a time that directly relates to the breadth of the tragedy – and then at some point we loose track. Trusting that it somehow, impossibly, sticks – along this journey. Love to you over there and so very grateful to know you. L
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Hey Larry,
Thanks for reading. Someone who was here who made it home said “Nothing feels right.” That’s a shame because you don’t want to give these guys more cred, but I see this is a positive as it is a reflection we can’t ignore. That was then, this is now.
WOW. Thank you for the amazing piece. Safe travels.
Paula
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Thanks Paula,
See you when I see you.
Dan ~ so glad you are safe and in synch with the unfolding moments … keep the rock rolling … sending EXTRA gorilla hugs from cOngO !! monique
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Monique,
I was just near Filles du Calvier! Or whatever it is. And…guess who I ran into…..Nigel!
Great piece Dan… Long time no see, stay safe and give me a call sometime…
Dave
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Kragasaurus! No way. You are out there. Going to email.
Good to see you again Dan in such sad sad circumstances. Beautifully observed & written. We are glad to have you back & doing what you do best.
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Roberto,
I KNEW I would run into you because I had just been talking about you. And, I greatly appreciate your questions about my health. It’s been a long run and you and I were hanging out right before I took the slide. Feels good to be back out there. Let’s keep in touch.
Glad you’re safe. Be aware. Pay attention. Keep safe and get home safe!
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What’s up Scotty! Long time no see. Thanks for reading.
Danno:
The love we have in our hearts for you is replicated by the love we all share for Paris. You will always continue to be a most important part of our lives. Knowing that you are coming home to Amy, your Mom, your family, your friends, makes our prayers and dreams so in the moment. A ‘moment’ that many families will never feel again. Those family moments must now be focused on memories……happy memories. We all thank the powers that be that you are real and alive.
Love,
Uncs
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James,
Thought about you guys a lot while I was other there. M and D and A too, and yes of course the Princess here in SoCal. I’m not worried. Not at all. Does not good and this will get solved like all things.
No matter what you say, you are still a photographer and a journalist.
Our core skill sets and instincts never leave.
They just hibernate from time to time.
Glad to know you’re in one piece. Safe travels.
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Hey Sean,
Thanks amigo. Got my heart going again, that is for certain. Now back to work.
Hey Dan,
Excellent piece/perspective.
Do me a favor, tell those Liberal Media hacks to get back to work instead of interviewing each other on live TV and move to Brussels or at least change their camera angles for chrissakes!
Stay safe!
D.
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Deirdre,
They do seem to like that one view. And the endlessly looping video should be eliminated as well. Not holding my breath.
Hey Dan,
Excellent piece of writing, photography and perspective!
Stay safe!
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Thanks Deirdre,
Felt like the old says in way. Lots of rust to knock off.
“I’m looking at places differently. Glass fronts, single exits, large crowds are now viewed with skepticism. What’s my “Plan A?” “Plan B?” Not jumpy, just aware.”
Excellent post, Dan. You’re a true inspiration.
Take care,
Thorsteinn
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Thanks Thorsteinn!
Thank you for sharing your incredible, often unfathomable experiences- so heartfelt. Thank you for taking us with you. Thankful you are home.
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Thanks Robin,
Am glad I was there, for some strange reason. But also glad to have my boots on New Mexico soil.
thank you.
Your photography and observations are what makes this, and all your explorations, so interesting, gutsy, vulnerable and lovely. Thanks for doing this, being there and taking the time to report. It is good.
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Thanks Munson. Coming from you means a lot. Saw you when I was leaving town. You were stuck in traffic…or what SF calls traffic.
Daniel,
Friend and apprentice of Jerry Tovo’s, here. He introed me to your work a few years back. Great piece. So good to know you’re well.
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Hey Ryan,
Thanks amigo. Thanks for taking the time to read.
Damn! You should have stopped me. We could have had a Bangbite!
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Munson,
Too cold! Would have had to eat in the car with heater on!