[serene music featuring 12-string acoustic guitar]
Female Narrator: Chris Killip spent years photographing a small fishing village called Skinningrove. The photographs he made there celebrate this difficult and beautiful life by the sea. In this picture, a young man, David, and his friend “Whippet” stand in a stream, waiting for the salmon to run.
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Chris Killip: That’s the last picture I took of David, and two years after I’d taken that picture, he was fishing with my great friend, Lezo and Bever, and the boat overturned and even though it was inside of shore, Lezo and David were drowned.
Female Narrator: Their deaths haunt Chris Killip. They also make the photographs he took of the boys that much more precious.
[serene music featuring 12-string acoustic guitar]
Chris Killip: I often wondered was that why I was in Skinningrove? You don’t know what’s going to happen, and for better or worse, a photograph is a chronicle of a death foretold. It’s the one thing about everybody that you do know. They are going to die. You don’t know when or how. And, it’s very sad that Lezo and David died because they were first-class people and very keen fisherman. But things happen. And you hope when you photograph, that you do it well, that they’re well-remembered.
[music ends]
