Down Syndrome, Robert Capa and Big Picture Happiness

Adman Dave Trott recently brought the story of photographer Robert Capa (1913-1954) to my attention. The opening sequence of Saving Private Ryan (some here) is often cited as the best war ‘footage’ ever shot. The WWII D-Day landing was recreated here in Ireland, on a Wexford beach, but you’d never know that. Its realism is stunning, and it’s all based around photos shot by Capa. He took 108 pictures in all, and he went through hell to get them.

His was one of the first landing craft to get torn into by heavily fortified German gunners. 100 long yards from shore the soldiers had to disembark and face near certain death. Ramps came down and they jumped in to wade ashore, with nightmare, heavy strides. Capa somehow made it and took as many pictures as he could before dragging himself onto the first available landing craft that was returning to sea and safety. He made it back alive from the unforgettable butchery on Omaha beach with three precious rolls of film that he had risked everything for.

Back in London he took the film to the offices of Life Magazine, where a 15 year old lab assistant had set the drier’s heating controls too high. The emulsion on the film melted, and ninety eight of Capa’s pictures melted with it.

Here are three of the ten that survived.

Frying pan to fire. Can you imagine the anguish Capa felt when he heard the news? He’d already been through a nightmare, and suddenly 90% of the reason for it was carelessly obliterated. Then again, maybe that didn’t matter to him so much. I’m not sure what the percentage of loss was on the beach that day, but it was horrifically high. It was living and breathing and then it wasn’t.

Maybe Capa was very philosophical about it. I hope so. Because that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was built on a much greater tragedy. I like to think that he was amazed with the ten surviving pictures. They guaranteed his fame anyway. They captured everything that needed to be captured about the horror of it all. Other people, like Spielberg, had no problem filling in the gaps.

Why do we let the little events overwhelm the big ones? I do it all the time. Mired in the details of everyday living, I don’t step back to see the whole picture, at least not enough. It’s so much easier to get mad about something petty and have a hot flush over nothing than to actually stop for a minute and be grateful. For one minute! An important resolution for me in the coming year is to try to do that. To step outside of the cares, worries and important crap that we all have to deal with, and in that minute be grateful for the moment.

Nobody owes us anything, and yet we all too often end up with a damaged or frustrated sense of entitlement, when really the odds of us ever being alive are so phenomenally slim that we should spend 24/7 in awestruck amazement. Never mind running water and a roof and bin men who collect the rubbish every week: that this tiny little ball in a tiny little solar system in a third-rate galaxy stuck out on the edge of nothing should have managed to produce the conditions where we could come into being, enjoy the air and the sunlight and the taste of vanilla ice cream and the feel of warm grass underfoot and the gift of communicating with each other on an emotional level is AWESOME!

But we don’t think about it so much. The mortgage or the school report or the visa bill or the fighting kids or the sciataca or that stupid neighbour who did that thing that you’ll never forget just get in the way.

So when I read the Robert Capa D-Day story, it got me thinking instantly about Jacob. Outsiders often think that he’s missing something huge. That a whole bunch of his photos just won’t ever come out. But every day he makes me see the big picture. It vanishes too quickly, whenever his brothers start to argue like howler monkeys over the Wii, or something goes wrong at work, or we argue, but it still happens. The ten photos that our Jacob has developed are extraordinary. Each one of them IS the big picture. And having him here to slow down that minute and prod me into savouring it is where I get the lucky break, and the people who feel like we got massively, randomly unlucky are missing the point.

Jacob’s mam tried to gently correct a kindly, misguided, sympathising old lady in town just this Saturday, ‘Oh, he’s not any kind of cross to bear at all, really, no.’ But she knew that the old lady didn’t understand. I suppose that’s what happens when you think all your photos got developed.

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18 comments on “Down Syndrome, Robert Capa and Big Picture Happiness

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  2. Irene says:

    I only just found your blog today. How wonderful!

    I’m the lucky aunt of a 9 year old Down’s Syndrome boy and he is just a blessing in all our lives.

    I look forward to reading more of your entries!

  3. Fantastic post Nick – very inspiring. I will try do the same – step back and take stock and be goddam grateful. Glad you discovered Capa and Bresson-Cartier – I’m awe-struck by their work

    • Nick McGivney says:

      You are very kind Martin. Thanks, and good luck with the slowing down. I haven’t cracked it myself yet. 🙂

  4. Creatively inspiring and beautifully told. I wish more people would share your ‘glass is brimming with the good stuff’ attitude. I include myself in this, btw, so slipping on my new year, freshly pulled up socks and counting my never ending list of blessings as we speak.

    • Nick McGivney says:

      I write about it when I’m there, Sarah. I’m never there nearly half often enough. But we crack on. Only show in town, innit?

  5. James Carr says:

    Great story, and a lovely takeout from it. Thanks for brightening up my day, and hopefully, year!

  6. Lovely. You made me stop-pause, and appreciate that minute. Thanks for the reminder! 🙂

  7. Pascale Claes says:

    In other words “How Important Is It?”

    Yes, yes, yes, indeed!

  8. Mary Moroney says:

    Great post Nick and the redhead ain’t bad either! My how he’s grown. Beautiful boys both x

    • Nick McGivney says:

      Hey you! Thanks for that. I hope you’re all well, and maybe – who knows – we’ll get to see each other a whole minute this year. 🙂

  9. G. Cornell Layne says:

    Try not to be overcome by the senseless cruelty embedded in insensitive human kind, operating to downgrade the beauty of loving sacrifice that works to uplift the soul of Planet Earth, as did the selfless spirit of that original Good Samaritan–through applying the balm of compassion–toward alleviating the thoughtlessly injurious desecration visited unto strangers and acquaintances, who occupy this same stage upon which we feel certain that we are forever playing the leading role in life. Take time to remember all supporting players who surround us, and embellish our otherwise lonely existence, in keeping with those centuries-old words of caring guidance for worthy actions: “Love ye one another as I have loved you, and always do unto others as you would have them do unto you in the spiritual kindness of true brotherhood–and by sharing of all gifts we so often take for granted, failing to value such precious blessings bestowed upon us throughout life’s journeys. Focus not upon the blows-and-bruises of our own travails, but rather be content on opportunities to enrich the spiritual growth of those about us; thus, we serve to inspire those who come after us.

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