Last week, I ran into a bit of an obstacle on my way home, the bus completely parked. There had been a deadly accident. The road was completely closed.

I got out of the bus figuring that it was faster to walk to the subway, but I stopped to observe the scene. Shards of glass everywhere, a disfigured car on an angle with it’s fully blown up air bags, and blood splattered around. The story was clear. I’m reminded why I would never buy a car. I took a picture to make sure I would remember.

A little girl behind me asked her mom why I took a picture.

It reminded me of one class I took in Communication Ethics. Our teacher showed us a documentary on foreign reporters. A woman who lost her son in a bombing totally lost it on the camera man who was filming her while she was loudly grieving. It’s intrusive, invasive and inconsiderate to the victims. But in the grand scheme of things, these intimate recordings can really drive the point home.

I can present statistics and argue that this car accident among many car accidents are part of a growing reality we face in car culture, suburban sprawl, and grid lock, and you can disagree. Or I can show you this picture and something else is told.