It’s winter here in Georgia. This means it is 50 degrees outside, sunny, deep blue skies with some wispy clouds. It also means all the wrought iron dining areas that are too hot to use in the summer are abandoned again.
Canon PowerShot G10, 8.1 mm, ISO 80, 1/1600, f/3.2
One of the things I miss most about my journalism days is time on the road. Just the act of moving from one story location to another was interesting to me, seeing new things, watching how my community was evolving.
It’s one of the things I love about road rallies as well – seeing new stuff, finding a surprise around the corner or over the crest. Sunday mornings, early, while the family sleeps and wakes, I’ve decided to start logging some miles. My wife laughs at me when I say I want to, “go look at some roads.” (My older friends just nod knowingly, and then look away.)
Yesterday I put some time in behind the wheel, wandering some interesting squiggles on my map. The early course was a bit disappointing, to be honest. But then it started to improve a bit and, eventually, I found a nice complex of roads over in Oglethorpe County near some quarries. Which even lead to a little surprise, making the day worthwhile …
Canon PowerShot G10, 6.1 mm, ISO 80, 1/1600, f/2.8
Canon PowerShot G10, 6.1 mm, ISO 80, 1/1000, f/5.0
Canon PowerShot G10, 21.5 mm, ISO 80, 1/800, f/5.0
Canon PowerShot G10, 6.1 mm, ISO 80, 1/640, f/5.0
Canon PowerShot G10, 30.5 mm, ISO 200, 1/250, f/5.0
I have no idea what the judging is based on, but if I ever decide to go into quarrying it’ll have to be at a place that’s been named quarry of the month at least once.
The end of the semester has come. Grading is done, the office closed up for a few weeks. Went to the college’s convocation ceremony to say farewell to “my kids.” (Though several snuck off before I had a chance to wish them well, but the few I got to see were worth the effort.)
I’m also nearing the end of my time with Kodak’s Zi8 (review to be posted over on the Visual Journalism site sometime this week). And I have to say it is almost – almost – everything I had hoped for. It has some faults, but I’m hoping they’ll get corrected in the next generation camera.
So two more graphic frames, both from outside of Hodgson Hall before our event. My life has been a search for patterns, it seems. At least visually. For my students, the pattern of their life is about to change tremendously. And that, in the parlance of my era and original locale, is a wicked awesome thing.
Kodak Zi8, 6.3 mm, ISO 50, 1/4096, f/2.8
Kodak Zi8, 6.3 mm, ISO 50, 1/362, f/2.8
No story here, a little technical exercise mixed with some (possible, though unlikely) art. Essentially the same photo (shot across my car, through the passenger side window, during the rain on Friday) but with two different focus points. The first is on the wall, the second is pulled back to the window.
Canon PowerShot G10, 30.5 mm, ISO 200, 1/25, f/4.5
Canon PowerShot G10, 30.5 mm, ISO 200, 1/25, f/4.5
Had an old friend in town last night. Scott was up from Statesboro for a relative’s graduation from the university, got in a little bit of time with him over beer and pizza downtown. After 17 years of on-and-off friendship, it’s easy for us to do a lot of reminiscing. Old people, the old paper we worked at. (True story – Scott was the first guy to give me a real full-time job in the newspaper industry. I lasted a little over a month before having it out with his boss and getting myself fired. She felt I was arrogant, I felt her copy desk should know not to run a headline that read, “School Bored Votes on Education Standards.”)
As we were wrapping up outside the restaurant I saw this little intersection of mortar and glass and made a few frames. It’s been stuck in my mind all day now and I’m applying symbolism to it that really isn’t there. (Students – see, I’m practicing apophenia.)
Scott and another co-worker/colleague/conspirator were huge influences on my early work. We were all passionate and hated to get beat. The darkroom we worked out of only had two enlargers, so one of us was almost always waiting … and peeking into the fixer tray to see what bit of genius the others had pulled out of a strip of Tri-X that week. Then pretending not to be jealous of what was there.
After an entertaining year in the Washington, D.C., area, I left and went back to Massachusetts. With a stronger portfolio from my time working alongside Scott, my freelance client list grew quickly. Scott headed deeper south and landed in Savannah, along with our other friend Adam. When an opening came up, they put in a good word for me. But their boss was overwhelmed and by the time he got around to calling me, I was unpacking for a new job in North Carolina.
Being a recovering Catholic, I would have felt guilty quitting that job before I’d even started, so I turned down the Georgia job. One of the very few regrets in my life as the job turned into a nightmare quickly and I started searching for the fastest route out of the south I could find.
Maybe that was an almost-crossing of paths, but it renewed a dormant friendship for a while. A few years later, I headed south for a visit and spent a great weekend listening to Adam rock a few shows and eating crabcake sandwiches and mashed, fried plantains out on Tybee Island.
When I got down here a few years ago, we got back in touch. He was up in Athens last year for a football game and I paired one of my students with him for a project this past semester. He teaches an occasional class on photojournalism, so we trade teaching tips and resources.
All of that would have been great fodder for a few hours over beers, but it took up maybe 30 minutes. The rest of our conversation wandered around what’s going on in journalism, how can we make sure the important stuff is getting shot and seen. He’s at a small paper now, almost the same size as where we started decades ago. But he’s happy there. He’s doing community journalism – and doing it well. Reaching out to his audience through every means he can.
Another meeting, another crossroads.
Canon EOS 5D Mark II, EF 35 mm f/1.4 L USM, ISO 1000, 1/125, f/1.4