Catching up

Hola, Long time, no post. A few things have happened since I've last made an appearance. I've made my new digs in Houston, where I'm a contract photographer for the Houston Chronicle. So far its been a blast. Before I get to the pictures from a few assignments I've had so far, I ended up editing a short vignette of a single mother of three, Kizzy Rowe. Rowe is also blind.

I ended up having to leave Dallas before I could finish the story. I met Kizzie through the Lighthouse for the Blind. Most of the people in the classes at the center have been blind for a short while and are learning to cope with a different and difficult situation.

A visit to the clinic

Kizzy's youngest stayed home with a fever yesterday so we visited a south Dallas clinic this afternoon.

Wednesday errands

Did some errands with Kizzy today. More to come.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving tonight at Kizzy's. Pretty mellow. Great food. Kizzy's caretaker and friend of 15 years ("We used to party together. - Kizzy) helped her sort some bills in the early evening. We mostly chilled and watched the Cowboys game. Interesting talent show by the kids at the end of the evening, with the middle child crying as Kizzy sang a gospel song. I can't decide between the two I've posted. If you have an opinion about either one, let me know. Most everything else were point pictures and not very interesting to look at. I plan to go with her on some appointments next week. Happy Thanksgiving.

Seeing the Blind

The above title is tentative, but I needed something to put there, no? So I'm working on a story about a woman named Kizzy. She is 28, a single mother of three, and blind. I'm shadowing her for as long as I'm able. Here are some shots from what I feel is my first real shooting day. We went to a bible study at her cousin's house and later hung out at her house. More to come...

Fall internship update

Sorry I've been away for so long. Its been a somewhat hectic last two months. Nonetheless, here are some fresh pictures.

Sick as a dog

I decided to investigate a veterinarian for the pets of homeless and low-income owners. I had been wanting to do this all summer. I finally went on my second-to-last day at my internship. I can't decide which of these two I'd like to try and get published in Northwest Magazine in a portrait section they have.

Starr fell ill two days ago. It was lucky for Starr as the clinic is only open the second and fourth Saturday of the month between 3 pm and 5 pm. Otherwise, the Talley's would not have been able to treat Starr because of the cost.

Starr helps Miriama with her anxiety, depression and agoraphobia (fear of going outside). "She helps me to feel safe and secure because I know if anyone tried to hurt me, she would be right there for me," she said.

Without the services of the clinic, Miriama said, "Starr would have died and who knows where that would have left me. I might have been dead, too," she said. "I thank God for these people."

Steven Talley kisses his wife

Saving Second Base

On my last day at my internship, one of my assignments was to cover the participants at the finish line of a 60-mile trek to raise money for breast cancer research.

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Bumbershoot

Bumbershoot is a major celebration of music, art and film in Seattle that is held every Labor Day weekend. The following are a few of my favorites.

Carnivore Specialist Rocky Spencer

Two weeks ago, I was hiking through the dense underbrush of Snoqualmie Tree Farm in East King County with Rocky Spencer, who worked as a carnivore specialist for Washington Fish and Wildlife. Rocky struck me as someone who relished every moment of his job. Last Saturday while watching the evening news, I discovered to my shock and disbelief that Rocky had been killed by accidentally walking into the blades of a helicopter.

While I mourn his loss and the loss for his family, I do see how, personally, it is life-affirming. Rocky died doing what he loved. I can't think of any other way to live my life.

From an editor's note from the beginning of the story:

Rocky Spencer had one of the most unusual job titles in all of state government: carnivore specialist. Spencer and his main co-worker, a dog named Mishka, searched the forests of East King County for evidence of cougars that roam in and around the suburbs there. He and Brian Kertson, a University of Washington doctoral student, had been conducting the most in-depth study ever on the cougars that live alongside the state’s largest concentration of humans.

Spencer, 55, was killed Saturday while working on a project to relocate bighorn sheep from the Yakima River canyon.

He accidentally walked into the rotating blades of a helicopter that was sitting on a slope.

He had worked around helicopters for years – “ thousand times,” Kertson said Sunday. “And the pilot he was flying with, they’ve been doing that together for years. They’re well-known as the best at doing that.”

At the time of his death, The Seattle Times was finishing a story about Spencer and his cougar study. His family felt the story should be published as a fitting tribute to a man who was dedicated to educating people about animals. Rocky Spencer grew up in Longview, where he graduated from R.A. Long High School. He earned a degree in wildlife management at Western Washington University and in 1978 began working with the state Department of Fish and Wildlife.

"Rocky told me several times that he had the best job in the world," said his brother, Scott Spencer, of Castle Rock, Cowlitz County. "It wasn't a job. It was a lifestyle that became a career."

Mr. Spencer also is survived by his stepmother, Adrienne Spencer, and two stepbrothers, Duke and Jeff Spencer.

Evergreen State Fair

I spent some time at a fair yesterday. I had two purposes while there. The first was to make pictures for a story slated to run soon about the legalization of owning pygmy goats in the city limits of Seattle. At the fair was a barn full of pygmy goats and the people who love them. The second assignment there was to make an LO (lines only) photo, also known as wild art. I made deadline, around five o'clock, and then went back after work for better light.

Triathlon

I photographed the Danskin triathlon yesterday. It rained the whole time, but the ladies persevered. The contestants were almost all amateur, most of whom had never been in a triathlon. For them, it was about proving something to themselves.

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Busted

Dreamgirls

Here is a soundslides link with images by staff photographer Ken Lambert and myself with audio and soundslides production by Ko Im. Ken's images are of the early rehearsals and mine are of the dress rehearsal the day before the show.

Dreamgirls

Torchlight Parade

I shot the 58th annual Seafair Torchlight Parade in downtown Seattle, which organizers said attracted nearly 300,000 people Saturday night.

American Idols Live

Yesterday, I covered "American Idols Live." I'm not a fan of the show. In fact, unlike the majority of America, I've never watched one single episode. I don't even really own a television. (Okay, my roommate has a television, but we have no cable and she doesn't watch it that much either except for her Planet Earth DVD set.) I'm so out of the pop culture loop, I even had to ask for help on the cutlines. I really had no idea who these people were, but apparently, two are from the Seattle area.

Driving on I-5, being the usual nightmare that it can be on a Friday afternoon, slowed down about halfway between Seattle and Tacoma. Just as I was leaving Seattle, my editor called to tell me there had been a diesel spill on the other side of the freeway ("it shouldn't effect you"), about halfway between Seattle and Tacoma, and "can you pull over and get a quick shot of the backed up traffic?" Of course I can.

I did like I was asked. The thing, though, is unlike Texas where there are easy and frequent exits and overpasses to photograph bad traffic from, I-5 was really messy and frustrating. Plus, I had to be at the Tacoma Dome at a precise time, and although I left early as a contingency, this extra time was now going to make things critical.

I found an overpass just north of Tacoma, drove into a shopping center, hiked through some mud, crossed an entrance ramp and made a photo of cars parked on the freeway (which consequentially never ran). I was now about forty-five minutes away from "showtime" at the Dome and traffic was a nightmare on both sides of the freeway.

I pulled over into a parking lot, found a frame, dropped it into an ftp (file transfer protocol) after getting my network going using a verizon card (this allows me access to the internet from anywhere) and ended up transmitting while I was driving to the dome. Its not as hairy as it sounds. Once I drop the file, the rest is up to the computer to move the file.

Did I mention I was also really low on gas?

I finally made it to the Tacoma Dome with about thirty minutes to spare. While I was waiting, I saw one of the Idol guys out by the fence signing autographs. I figured, what the heck? I'll go make some pics.

After I had made my frame, one of the security people came out to tell me I couldn't take pictures of anything outside of the approved photo pit I would be in during the first song and a medley later in the evening.

I was fine with that, since I had already made my picture.

Anyway, the event started about forty-five minutes later than what it was supposed to. I had to sign some contract before going in. I struck through every item on the list before signing. They didn't seem to care or notice. It was ridiculous. Everything I shoot for the paper belongs to the paper, period.

They corralled three of us, the Tacoma Dome shooter, some other guy with nice equipment but no camera straps (kind of a dilettante, especially if you're shooting with a $4,500.00 Canon Mark III and don't have the sense or experience to use a camera strap), and me.

We were rushed in, had ten minutes of blitzkrieg shooting, and then we were out. My assignment was to photograph this Blake guy and this Sanjaya guy. The folks back at the paper were pleased after I had rushed out to my car to transmit the images. I have a hard time justifying any kind of performance image. Everything has been done for you. Its like fishing at a trout farm. Basically the lighting has been set up in an interesting way, and the performers are there to do, say, or look interesting. All you have to do is stand there and press your button.

I guess this isn't necessarily true. As I left, the dilettante turns to me and says, "I didn't get any of the crowd, it was too dark." I replied that "You just have to wait for the light."

I did find I had to move around quite a bit and look for interesting angles and such. Not as easy as I thought, especially with a ten minute time limit. Anyway, enough of my blabbering, here come the "stars."

Seattle Mariners verses the Baltimore Orioles.

Last night, after I finished up my assignments, I ended up sitting with Seattle Times photojournalist Rod Mar. I've been enjoying Rod's blog on The Seattle Times website (http://blog.seattletimes.nwsource.com/bestseatinthehouse/) for a while. I asked him when he would again be shooting a Mariners game. He said he'd be shooting that evening. I asked if I could tag along and he was more than happy to have me. After my first attempt at shooting a Mariners game last week, I was a bit disappointed in my performance. I was stationed next to a Seattle Post-Intelligencer photographer and I was impressed by his knowledge of the game and the "storyline." This means he know he knew which players to look out for as far as what they might do, giving him the advantage of being able to anticipate where the next photo would be. He also had at least 20 years of sports shooting on me. Needless to say, he kicked my butt.

Being the competitive person I am, I thought going out with Rod would give me the opportunity to spend time with him, watch him work and ask him questions. It was a lot of fun, especially since I wasn't "on the clock" and didn't feel the pressure of having to necessarily deliver. The only competition was myself. In the end, I actually ended up with a frame I liked. If the Mariners would have lost, it would have run on the sports front. However, they won, but it ran inside the section nonetheless to show how they almost blew it earlier in the game.

Ozzy Rules!

Today I went out to cover Ozzfest, a Lollapalooza-like festival involving massive amounts of heavy metal topped off with a creamy dollop of Ozzy Osbourne, former Black Sabbath front man and personal icon throughout much of my childhood. I etched his name on top of pretty much any mark-able surface until I discovered grunge in the late 80's/early 90's. Now, don't get all excited thinking you're going to see any pics of the Metal God himself. I was assigned to cover the feel of the event, not the stages. Plus, I had to be out of there by 4 pm to make a 5 pm deadline. The Oz Man didn't come on until the sun went down. How fitting.

When I got to the White Rock Amphitheatre, I was told I would have to be escorted by a media representative for the whole time I was there. The media rep I spoke with was under the impression I would be there for a half hour at the most. When I told him I'd be there for about four hours, he realized he'd have to find another rep to follow me around. In the meantime, we strolled around the grounds for about fifteen minutes before we went back to the office to wait for the other liaison to escort me.

He was actually helpful, pointing out a man with an Ozzy tattoo on his arm. I will say the experience of having someone shadow me while I'm trying to make pictures was different to say the least. About half-way through, I asked him why he had to escort me. Apparently, the powers that be are afraid I would do something like take a picture of the empty main stage, (which hadn't filled out yet because the venue had just opened), and then publish the image and say something like "they put on a show and no one came." That was certainly not the case. The thing to remember, though, is something I learned a long time ago at one of my alma mater's, San Antonio College's Photography and Journalism department. "We are not a PR (public relations) firm," words uttered by Irene Abrego, my adviser on the word side who said this to me after the teacher of a wrestling school wanted to look at the pictures I made of his students training before we published them. Abrego's logic, new to me at the time, is that we are professionals and we're there to tell a story. We wouldn't tell him how to teach people how to wrestle. His students trust him to do that. In that light, people need to trust journalists as professionals doing their best to tell the stories of their communities.

After we journeyed back, I was introduced to the liaison who would follow me for the remainder of my time at the venue. We took a walk around the perimeter of the main and second stage. When we passed by the office again, he said, "You're going down that way, right? I'm going to go inside for a few minutes and I'll catch up with you." I said fine and went on my way, feeling emancipated to get into my shooting groove.

After I wrapped up my shooting and went back to my car, there were three messages on my phone from the main PR guy. He said something to the effect that I needed to come back to the office, that the promoters would be very upset if they saw me walking around unescorted. I guess I didn't hear my phone ring amongst all the loud music. Heck, its a work phone. I just got it and I haven't even figured out how to make it vibrate yet. I'll have to figure that out.

This was my favorite photo from the event:

And the page front:

Harry Potter in your own back yard

For an assignment on where to find Harry Potter right here in Seattle, I was given a list of places that evoked a sense of the Harry Potter-esqe. I was otherwise given free reign on how I wanted to carry it out. I was even able to suggest the page design of one dominant element with three supporting secondary elements. I decided to use a Holga, an all-plastic camera that costs around $20.00. I love this camera because its all about the person behind the camera and no there's no technology to hide behind. I also like it because the frames are never perfect, just like life. Sometimes I think digital cameras are TOO accurate. Life is never that sharp... Anyway, enough of my blabbering and on to the pictures. And just for the record, no, I've never read any Harry Potter books and I shot everything in one day.

Boeing 787 mania

Boeing has been a part of Seattle's history for a very long time. So when the premire of the brand-spanking new 787 came to pass, we were on it like white on rice. It was a lot of fun hustling against a competing newspaper (The Seattle Post-Intelligencer), as well as other news and wire services and seeing what shook out the next morning. I covered it over two days which included my first experience transmitting from my laptop while I was driving down the highway from one 787 assignment to the next using a Verizon card as well as my first ever helicopter ride.

For the first day, my assignment among other things was to photograph the Boeing 707 as it landed at Boeing Field for all the coporate bigwigs at 7:07 pm on July 7, 2007 (7/7/07 - get it?) I'm still in daily awe of how beautiful Seattle is, and when I saw Mt. Rainer at the end of the runway, I had a pretty good idea of how I wanted to frame things up. I can't imagine how many times this photograph has been made, but here's my version. Shot with a 500mm lens in case you're interested in these kinds of things.

Here's the view from my first helicopter ride. The editor wanted the line up of all the planes in formation. By the time I got in the air, they were already taxing away the 707. The editor liked this shot because it had the city skyline in the frame. I was just trying to concentrate on not dropping anything out of the door, including my cameras and myself.

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The next day was the rollout. I covered the celebration down at Qwest Field: 25,000 Boeing employees gathered to watch the event on the jumbotron.