Month: May 2009

Late Night Talking

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So I’ve started using speech recognition software to write my blog posts. (Dragon Naturally Speaking.) I’m hoping that my productivity improves and my wrist strain goes down. It is a little weird sitting here talking into a headset, and I’m still trying to figure it all out. There are lots of things I need to learn about using this software, especially this: How do I spoon the chocolate chip cookie dough into my mouth with this stupid microphone in the way?

There are a few things I’ve been meaning to write about. And I hope that my mentioning them here doesn’t jinx them into oblivion. In case you haven’t noticed, every time I say I’m going to post something on the blog never appears.

The first topic I want to write about is the continuing crackdown on photography. Security guards, police, library weenies, etc. I will save my venom for that post.

The second topic involves paying tribute to someone who taught me a lot about high standards and working in pursuit of quality photojournalism. We parted on sour terms several years ago, but now looking back I realize how much I learned from him and how different things are now without his influence.

I find myself at an interesting time in my career. There are so many things I want to say, thoughts that swirl through my head, but for now they will stay there. My main goal as the train rushes down the tracks is to make sure that I end up on the right side of history, with regard to photojournalism. To fight the good fight.

If this all sounds vague, or crazy even, consider that it’s late and I’m sitting here talking into a microphone while the chocolate chip cookie dough on the desk is laughing at me. But soon, when I take off the headset, it will stop laughing. Like right now.

The headset no longer saves you, sweet dough!

So delicious…So delicious…

Wait, is this thing still on?

Golden Gloves – Byrd vs. Tulley

Louis Byrd (left) vs. Anthony Tulley, 2009 Golden Gloves National Tournament of Champions.
Louis Byrd (left) vs. Anthony Tulley, 2009 Golden Gloves National Tournament of Champions.

Uppercut! Uppercut!
I arrived early to catch this match. Without any assignment pressure I was able to get all weird on it.
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Do Something BOLD!


The assignment? A photograph of Jessica Norie, executive director of Artspace, at the site of their new development under construction. The photo assignment said to do something “BOLD.”

The challenge? How to make a BOLD photo of a woman and a dirt lot. There wasn’t much else to work with on this one.

My solution was to shoot Jessica from the same angle as the artist renditions of the finished project and somehow integrate them into an illustration.

After submitting the illustration I was told that the story was moving to the front page and that my image was too (BOLD) for the front page, which should be reserved for serious photojournalism, news, etc., and not photo illustrations. And I agree with that. So I wasn’t mad or anything, just disappointed that the straight photos I took were so boring.

In the end I don’t even know if this illustration ever made the paper, front page or not. It was over a month ago. But a couple days later we ran a photo illustration of a baby on a microscope on the front page, proving that our A-1 journalistic standards can be flexible. Gotta say, I thought the baby PhotoShopped onto the microscope was just a wee bit less BOLD than my average illustration. Then again, who knows what they had to work with.

While we’re on the subject, as far as 1980s hardcore bands go, I was more into the Crippled Youth demo tape than the band they later evolved into: BOLD.

The Peregrine Falcon Was Late

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I’m used to waiting around for a shot. I’m usually early and my subjects are usually late. So waiting a couple hours for a peregrine falcon to show up at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building on a beautiful day to be outside wasn’t a big deal.

The time waiting in the plaza outside the LDS Church’s main office buildings was well spent watching the grounds crew manicuring an amazing floral display and trying to guess which of the meandering middle-aged men in suits were church security agents checking me and my photo equipment out. I could imagine the radio chatter: “Male suspect, black jacket and GY-NORMOUS telephoto lens. Let’s keep him under surveillance.”

But I was wrong. None of the guys walking around were church security. Shortly after the falcon showed up I met a real church security agent. He asked me a few questions and politely pointed out my need for approval to work professionally on church property. No problem with that. I called public affairs for permission to shoot only to find them out to lunch (they were really out getting lunch, not “out to lunch”). My time on the square was up.

Next time I’ll call ahead. Or else insist that the damn bird isn’t late.