Boston photographer and subjects help each other heal
Veteran
Boston Globe photographer John Tlumacki took more than 200 photos when the bombs went off at the Boston Marathon.
He was especially
haunted by the images he took of 17-year-old Sydney Corcoran and her
48-year-old mother, Celeste.
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Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Kevin Corcoran helps his wife Celeste after the Boston Marathon bombings. Celeste lost both her legs.Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Marathon bombing victims Sydney Corcoran and her mother Celeste share a moment together in Sydney's room at Spaulding Rehab Hospital, a day before Sydney's discharge."I didn't want to have that image in my head of them laying on the ground," photographer John Tlumacki says. "I needed a new picture of them, and I asked them if I could take a picture of them, and they just kind of looked at each other and smiled."
Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Celeste Corcoran does leg lifts during a physical therapy session at Spaulding Rehab Hospital.Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Celeste Corcoran throws her arms out as she lets go of her walker, standing and balancing on her legs for the first time without having to hold on."One of the first times that Celeste stood up by herself without holding on to anything ... that was, for me, day one of Celeste being energized and courageous, being Boston strong," Tlumacki says.
Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Celeste Corcoran kisses her daughter Sydney in the physical therapy room after she walked on her two new prostheses.Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Sydney Corcoran celebrates as her brother drives her away after she is discharged."To just be in my brother's car and out of a hospital and to know I was going home, I was just so ecstatic, and I was like, 'Alright, take me home!'" Sydney recalls.
Photographer bonds with Boston bombing victims
Celeste Corcoran arrives home."They wheeled me in, and I threw up my arms, just like she did," Celeste says. "And was just like, 'Yes, I'm home.'"