And Romney. What can I say... He lost to McCain. And I got to cover the concession "party."
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Jinx
I'm starting to think it's just me. Another Republican primary. Another loser. This time, Florida and Romney. Florida was the big loser because they moved up the day of the vote to become more of a key voice in the national arena. And in doing so, the Democrats have been stripped of their delegates. So really, the vote isn't as important here. Because it's doesn't count for one party.
And Romney. What can I say... He lost to McCain. And I got to cover the concession "party."
And Romney. What can I say... He lost to McCain. And I got to cover the concession "party."
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I Like Mike!
It's over. I flipped a coin and lost. Picked the wrong guy to cover tonight. He lost, too.
Republican Presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee and his wife Janet receive hugs from friends and supporters while taking the stage in Columbia after losing the South Carolina Primary Saturday night.
Republican Presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee concedes the South Carolina Primary Saturday night, after losing by a few percentage points to John McCain.
After voting for him earlier in the day, Keela Amacher, left, and her sister-in-law Neely Swygert hold signs and wave flags in support of Republican Presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee Saturday night. "He best represents who we are and who we want to be," said Swygert.
Republican Presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee and his wife Janet receive hugs from friends and supporters while taking the stage in Columbia after losing the South Carolina Primary Saturday night.
Republican Presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee concedes the South Carolina Primary Saturday night, after losing by a few percentage points to John McCain.
After voting for him earlier in the day, Keela Amacher, left, and her sister-in-law Neely Swygert hold signs and wave flags in support of Republican Presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee Saturday night. "He best represents who we are and who we want to be," said Swygert.
Una, SC
As in Florida, immigration is a hot issue in South Carolina politics. It's especially being felt in small towns like Una, outside of Spartanburg, where the immigrant population is soaring.
Pretending he's one of his favorite players on Mexico's Chivas soccer team Adolfo Gonzalez, Jr., 4, kicks the ball around the backyard of his Una, S.C. home.
Twelve years ago, Adolofo's grandfather and uncle came to Una from their home in Hidalgo, Mexico in search of work and a better life. Eight years ago, his father Adolfo Gonzalez, Sr., followed. He brought Adolofo's mom and older brother with him, and a few years later, Gonzalez Jr. and his two sisters were born here in the U.S. Although Gonzalez Sr. cannot vote in either South Carolina primary because he is not a U.S. citizen yet, he is very interested in the outcome because it may very well immigration issues in the state. "I don't think any of [the Republicans] are a good choice for the Mexicans," he said.
He was such a cute kid, until he hit me with a snowball.
Pretending he's one of his favorite players on Mexico's Chivas soccer team Adolfo Gonzalez, Jr., 4, kicks the ball around the backyard of his Una, S.C. home.
Twelve years ago, Adolofo's grandfather and uncle came to Una from their home in Hidalgo, Mexico in search of work and a better life. Eight years ago, his father Adolfo Gonzalez, Sr., followed. He brought Adolofo's mom and older brother with him, and a few years later, Gonzalez Jr. and his two sisters were born here in the U.S. Although Gonzalez Sr. cannot vote in either South Carolina primary because he is not a U.S. citizen yet, he is very interested in the outcome because it may very well immigration issues in the state. "I don't think any of [the Republicans] are a good choice for the Mexicans," he said.
He was such a cute kid, until he hit me with a snowball.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
On the Trail
I'm in Spartanburg, SC. Covering the Republican primary. Despite the conservative rhetoric it's actually a lot of fun. I just try to close my ears and open my eyes a little wider, hoping that losing one sense will make the others stronger.
There's no denying the energy surrounding politics though. I've been feeding off of it for the last few days -- so much so that I briefly entertained the notion of how exciting it would be to be a member of the Washington press corps or a White House photographer. To witness history in the making. To be behind the scenes of some of the biggest moments. To be amongst the movers and shakers.
But then I realized is that what I really like is separating myself from the pack. When all of the traveling photographers come running in off the bus at each campaign stop, my first reaction is to go somewhere else. To try something new. To see things differently. The challenge for me is to take cahnces and to not be afraid to fail. The goal is to tell the story with my photographs -- just better, more interesting photos than what the pack is producing.
Huckabee.
McCain.
There's no denying the energy surrounding politics though. I've been feeding off of it for the last few days -- so much so that I briefly entertained the notion of how exciting it would be to be a member of the Washington press corps or a White House photographer. To witness history in the making. To be behind the scenes of some of the biggest moments. To be amongst the movers and shakers.
But then I realized is that what I really like is separating myself from the pack. When all of the traveling photographers come running in off the bus at each campaign stop, my first reaction is to go somewhere else. To try something new. To see things differently. The challenge for me is to take cahnces and to not be afraid to fail. The goal is to tell the story with my photographs -- just better, more interesting photos than what the pack is producing.
Huckabee.
McCain.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
snOH!
Here's the view from my hotel room window... I mean it's pretty to look at and all, but I have no desire to actually be out in it tomorrow. Yes, I know. I am so Florida. So can someone please turn it off now?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Visual Exploration
New place. New eyes. There's something so simple and pure to me about the process of seeing something for the first time. And the challenge is always about trying to document more than just the person or place, but of trying to capture the feeling that came along with it.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The Sky Above
Hours spent lying on my back, staring at the sky. The opening between the trees in my backyard is perfect. As is the hammock underneath. In the morning hours, I warm to the day, as the sun dances over my face. At night my fried Orion comes out to visit directly overhead. They say Orion was a hunter who could kill every beast in the world. I just pretend he's slaying my demons and keeping me safe. This is the view that keeps me sane.
Friday, January 11, 2008
The Horses
Just getting around to scanning/editing/posting some stuff from San Martin de Caballero. It was easily one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and conceivably experienced. Like I said before, I'm not sure the pictures do it justice -- but they do make me want a cowboy hat in every photo I take now. And they also helped spark this longing for more experiences that awaken all the senses, and expose me to some amazing cultural events.
Some rode hundreds of miles on horseback, others drove from their tiny villages all over the Mexican countryside, to convene at the church in San Martin de Caballero for one reason, their common love of horses. The town these caballeros make their annual pilgrimage to is San Martin, named for the patron saint of cowboys.
Men gather around in a circle for a morning prayer, as a small boy holds a plaque depicting San Martin de Caballero, the patron saint of cowboys.
Thousands of cowboys made the annual pilgrimage to the steps of the church in the town of San Martin, to pray to its namesake, the patron saint of cowboys.
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Faith plays a huge role in the Mexican caballeros life.
Thousands of cowboys made the annual pilgrimage to the steps of the church in the town of San Martin, to pray to its namesake, the patron saint of cowboys.
While stopping by a small chapel to pray, pictures of loved ones, pieces of hair, and other small tokens of adoration are adorned to the wall, in the hopes that San Martin de Caballero will bless them and bestow good luck upon them in the coming year.
The image of cowboy and horse are tied to everything that happens in the state of Guanajuato, and in the blood of the people there. After leaving a bar, with beer in hand, following the mecca to San Martin, one man wears a horse head on his shoulders.
From before sunrise till well after sunset cowboys on horseback continue their mecca to the church in San Martin.
Some rode hundreds of miles on horseback, others drove from their tiny villages all over the Mexican countryside, to convene at the church in San Martin de Caballero for one reason, their common love of horses. The town these caballeros make their annual pilgrimage to is San Martin, named for the patron saint of cowboys.
Men gather around in a circle for a morning prayer, as a small boy holds a plaque depicting San Martin de Caballero, the patron saint of cowboys.
Thousands of cowboys made the annual pilgrimage to the steps of the church in the town of San Martin, to pray to its namesake, the patron saint of cowboys.
>Faith plays a huge role in the Mexican caballeros life.
Thousands of cowboys made the annual pilgrimage to the steps of the church in the town of San Martin, to pray to its namesake, the patron saint of cowboys.
While stopping by a small chapel to pray, pictures of loved ones, pieces of hair, and other small tokens of adoration are adorned to the wall, in the hopes that San Martin de Caballero will bless them and bestow good luck upon them in the coming year.
The image of cowboy and horse are tied to everything that happens in the state of Guanajuato, and in the blood of the people there. After leaving a bar, with beer in hand, following the mecca to San Martin, one man wears a horse head on his shoulders.
From before sunrise till well after sunset cowboys on horseback continue their mecca to the church in San Martin.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Dolly
Jasmine Aguirre, 23 mos., freed up one of the hands that was being used to cling tight to her aunt's leg in order to hold her new doll.
On The Radio
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio
-- Regina Spektor
The rules were simple:
Leave your coffee outside
And don't say any cuss words.
A huge thanks to WMNF DJ JoEllen Schilke, who invited me to be on her radio show "Art in your Ear" to talk about photography. JoEllen has this amazing energy and ability to make you feel comfortable in her presence. Plus she did her homework, and asked some really thoughtful questions. A much as I stressed about the public speaking aspect of it (and probably had a look of horror on my face the entire time!), it was actually a lot of fun, and in retrospect quite an honor to have someone want to talk to you about what you love. Let's chalk this one up to an interesting new experience... hopefully not sounding like a complete dork... and remembering to give the St. Pete Times photo staff a shout out.
There are actually two things I would have liked to have touched on, but nerves and the flow of conversation got the best of me. When she was talking being from Tampa, I really wished I could have stressed how I can't think of a better place to be a photojournalist. Florida has so much to offer as far as nice light, diversity and a wealth of visuals. I really do love it here.
And somewhere in there, I should have said how lucky I am. Not only to have the best job in the world... to be at a good newspaper that respects photography... but also to look around at my circle of friends, and the broader photojournalism community we're in and realize how wonderful it is. Talented, empathetic, creative, inspiring. I can't imagine doing anything else, or being associated with better people.
You can listen here if you're so inclined. The interview starts about 35 minutes in.
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio
-- Regina Spektor
The rules were simple:
Leave your coffee outside
And don't say any cuss words.
A huge thanks to WMNF DJ JoEllen Schilke, who invited me to be on her radio show "Art in your Ear" to talk about photography. JoEllen has this amazing energy and ability to make you feel comfortable in her presence. Plus she did her homework, and asked some really thoughtful questions. A much as I stressed about the public speaking aspect of it (and probably had a look of horror on my face the entire time!), it was actually a lot of fun, and in retrospect quite an honor to have someone want to talk to you about what you love. Let's chalk this one up to an interesting new experience... hopefully not sounding like a complete dork... and remembering to give the St. Pete Times photo staff a shout out.
There are actually two things I would have liked to have touched on, but nerves and the flow of conversation got the best of me. When she was talking being from Tampa, I really wished I could have stressed how I can't think of a better place to be a photojournalist. Florida has so much to offer as far as nice light, diversity and a wealth of visuals. I really do love it here.
And somewhere in there, I should have said how lucky I am. Not only to have the best job in the world... to be at a good newspaper that respects photography... but also to look around at my circle of friends, and the broader photojournalism community we're in and realize how wonderful it is. Talented, empathetic, creative, inspiring. I can't imagine doing anything else, or being associated with better people.
You can listen here if you're so inclined. The interview starts about 35 minutes in.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Day of the Dead
I'm fascinated by death. The way cultures relate to it. Deal with it. Fear it. Celebrate it. Dia de los Muertos in Oaxaca, Mexico is the culmination of all of that. It's something I've always wanted to see and experience. And a few months ago, I finally took the chance to feed my soul and nourish my brain and go shoot something for myself - without the pretense of publication or the voices of editors filling my head.
Emma
Someday, I'll let you in deeper. Soon, soon. But for now, there's nothing that makes me happier than this big 75 lb. goofball. So I thought I'd share.
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