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第24章完美的照片ThePerfectPicture
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詹姆斯·亚历山大·汤姆JamesAlexahom
Itwasearlyinthespringabout15yearsago，adayofpalesunlightabeginningtobud.IolicereptoaseIdidn'twanttosee.Aman，thepolicedispatcher'sbroadcastsaid，hadatallybackedhispickuptruckoverhisbabygrahedrivewayofthefamilyhome.It>
AsIparkedamongpolidTVnewscruisers，Isawastocky，whitehairedmaninworkclothesstandingnearapickup.Camerasweretrainedonhim，aerswerestigmiesinhisfagtotallybewildered，hewastryingtoaions.Mostlyhewasonlymovinghislips，blinkingandgup.
Afterawhiletherepaveuponhimahepoliallwhitehouse.Istillseeinmymind'seyethatdevastatedoldmanlookingdolathedrivewaywherethechildhadbeehehousewasafreshlyspadedflowerbed，andnearbyapileofdark，richearth.
“Iwasjustbaguptheretospreadthatgooddirt，”
hesaidtome，thoughIhadnotaskedhimanything.“Ididn'tevedoors.”
Hestretchedhishandtowardtheflowerbed，thefloptohisside.Helapsedbatohisthoughts，andI，likeagoodreporter，wentiofindsomeonewhocouldprovidearetphotoofthetoddler.
&eslater，withallthedetailsinmynotebookandathreebyfivestudioportraitofthecherubicchildtumyjacketpocket，Iwenttowardthekitwherethepolicehadsaidthebody>
Ihadbroughtawithme—thebig，bulkySpeedGraphicwhichusedtobetheer'strademark.Everybodyhaddriftedbackoutofthehouse，tighterfamily，police，reportersandphotographer.Ehekit，Ithisse.
OnaFormicatoppedtable，backlightedbyafrillyedwindow，laythetinybody，ediesheet.Somehowthegrandfatherhadmaayawayfromthecrowd.Hewassittingonachairbesidethetable，iomeandunawareofmypresengunprehendinglyattheswaddledcorpse.
Thehousewasveryquiet.Aclockticked.AsIwatchedthegrandfatherslowlyleanedforward，curvedhisarmslikeparenthesesaroundtheheadahelittleform，thenpressedhisfacetotheshroudaionless.
Inthathushedmhemakingsofaprizewiograph.Iappraisedthelight，adjustedtheleinganddistance，lockedabulbintheflashguhedposedthestheviewfinder.
Everyelemeureerfect:thegrandfatherinhisplainworkclothes，hiswhitehairbacklightedbysuheedimosphereofthesimplehomesuggestedbyblatrivetsandWorld'sFairsouvehewallsflankingthewindow.Outside，thepolicecouldbeseehefatalrearwheelofthepickupwhiletheotherandfatherleaher'sarms.
Idon'tknowhowmanysedsIstoodthere，uosnapthatshutter.Iwaskeehepowerfulstvaluethatphotowouldhave，andmyprofessionaletotakeit.YetIakemyhaflashbulbahepoorman'sislandofgrief.
&hIloweredthedcreptawayshakenwithdoubtaboutmysuitabilityforthejournalisticprofession.Ofevertoldthecityeditororanyfellowreportersaboutthatmissedopportunityforaperfeewspicture.
Everyday，osandinthepapers，weseepicturesofpeopleiionsofgriefanddespair.Humansufferinghasbeeaspectatorsport.Aimes，asI'mwatewsfilm，Irememberthatday.
IstillfeelrightaboutwhatIdid.
大约15年前早春的一天，苍白的阳光普照着大地，树木刚刚泛出新绿。
那时的我是一个年轻的警方记者。
一天，我驱车前往一个并不想去的事故现场。
据警方广播报道，有人在自家车道倒轻型小货车时发生意外，车轮从他的小孙女身上轧了过去。
真是一场灾难。
在众多警车和电视新闻采访车中我停下车，看到一个敦实、白发苍苍的男人穿着棉制的工作服站在一辆小货车旁。
所有的摄像机都对准了他，记者们的话筒挤在他面前。
他完全不知所措，努力回答记者们的问题，但多数时候只是蠕动着双唇，哽咽着。
过了一会儿，记者们放弃了采访，纷纷跟着警察进了一栋白色的小房子。
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