I met him at a photography workshop, about 20 years ago (which was a thrill for someone who, as a kid, ran home every Tuesday because the new LIFE magazine would be there). When you meet him, you realize how he captures such soul in his photographs. And it was emotional listening to him talk about Bobby's assassination, because it was clear that he was still haunted by it. Both he and Harry Benson captured (very different) iconic images of that scene, but when you hear him speak about it, you get the feeling that Eppridge's was an emotional self-portrait.