"For all its professionalism, I found it as cold as the ice rink at Rockefeller Center."

 The "Polar Vortex" came and went. It was cold, but not horribly cold like in other places. I was on the desk, so it was great to escape the stuffiness of the office and out into the bitter cold. I didn't shoot much, but here's some pictures, but mostly a bunch of snow drifts.

"[...] Presenting not one single idea that hasn't been flogged down to the bone over the past 60 years, and spackling over its emaciated drama with suffocating production values."

Sometimes I think to myself "I should blog," and then I decide I don't have enough work to blog. And then later, when I finally decide to blog, I think to myself "why did I wait so long? It's perfectly acceptable to blog one or two pictures..."

Here's some work.

Carbowax.

It has been a very slow month or so. Very. Slow.



Which is great, because I can be lazy.



Except...I probably shouldn't be lazy.




But the problem with full autonomy is that it doesn't help the laziness.



When things aren't happening, or not going your way and all you want to do is sit down and not worry about whatever is going on.



The blessing is being able to do what you want, when you want.



The curse is that all I need to put in is eight hours a day.



Instead of going early and staying late, I can stay just as long as I need to.



So here's to staying a littler later from now.



Taking a bit more time both in shooting and editing.



Because ice biking is awesome, and I don't find that right away. I don't always find that during my shift.



I say I like spending time out in the community.




So what the hell.

Joke Feech, Real Feech

Jeff Smith, the photo editor at CM-Life, asked if I could shoot a feature for the paper. But it was raining, so I had no inclination to do go out and find a one. So, I was chatting with Eric Dresden, the EIC, and we decided to shoot a joke feature, and then turn it in the system. Here's the photo.



And the best caption since the Squirrel caption:
Michigan City resident Derek "Pablo" Resd'n walks out into the unhappy sky, as it pours tears of sorrow and loss unto the campus of Central Michigan University, while some chick with a pink umbrella mean mugs Pablo because his hat is too cool for school. The unsightly weather is threatening to last much of the Thursday and continue into Friday, with a potential for frost and snow in the mornings. "I'm not happy. Not at all. In fact, I'm right furious about this whole situation," Resd'n said. "I can't believe the upper atmosphere would do that to the lower atmosphere. Sometimes I think the upper atmosphere, specifically the Thermosphere, completely forgets about the Troposphere's feelings." Experts on the subject haven't the faintest clue what Resd'n was referring to.

And now the real feature. My camera got waterlogged and pretty much was shooting off frames all by itself. Hellloooo rice.

"Those e-mails obviously weren't meant for public consumption," Palin said.

I exported these weird, now they look super over-sharpened. Oops.

Fatal Accident 2/9/10

On Tuesday, Feb. 9 I had my first "K". Not a strike out (I suck at pitching), or the amount of money I've made (student employment is cheap), but a real "K". The not funny, scary, one-you-should-never-get-used-too kind.

My JRN 220 professor, Lisa Yanick-Jonaitis, gave me some practical advice before I went out, "If you cross where they're directing traffic, you should be fine, did you hear "K" on the police scanner?"

Then, I got suckered punch.

"K" is police jargon for a kill or fatality. "K" means I went to the scene blood pumping, adrenaline rushing, ready to take pictures of the newsworthy event. "K" means I hate spot news.




A Shepherd Tri-Township Fire Department firefighter walks away from the scene of a car accident on M-20 that caused the death of a 38-year-old Mount Pleasant man on Tuesday, Feb. 9.



Roy Buckner of Mount Pleasant talks to his family after walking out of TC's Bar & Grill on M-20 to find that his Ford Ranger, which his son borrowed, had been involved in a head on collision on Tuesday, Feb. 9.

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As soon as Roy Buckner said that his son had borrowed his truck, I immediately knew that this man in front of me, this father, had lost his son. It was heart-wrenching from behind the security net of my camera lens and my pentaprism viewfinder.

As Roy Buckner walked across the road to talk to the emergency response crews. I couldn't shout out what he was about to find out, give him some warning. Obviously, that wouldn't be ethical. I could only watch, finger ready, and sympathize for him.



This one ran in CM-Life, however, I prefer the next photo over this one. Both have the same caption.



Roy Buckner of Mount Pleasant looks back as he walks away from the scene after learning that his 38-year-old son, Candum Royal Buckner, was killed following a head-on collision on M-20 on Tuesday, Feb 9.

He had just found out. How would you have felt? This was human tragedy. This was raw emotion. This was the big leagues of spot news.



As he walked away from learning his son had died, I kept shooting. My finger never left the shutter button. Focus, take the shot. Focus, take the shot. Composition took a back seat, I just shot. The man wasn't crying, he wasn't holding his face in his hands, however, the look on his face is haunting. What was going through his head? How could you cope with something like this?

On the way to the scene with Randi Shaffer (the reporter) and my good friend Libby March (the other photographer who came with me), we were talking about photo ethics. What is the story you want to tell? Where is the border between sensationalism and an image that explains the story? As a photographer, and as a reporter, you have so much power at your finger tips, be it your shutter button, or your pen and 4" x 8" notebook. Sensitivity goes a long way, and improves your reputation, rather than just shooting the scene without regard for the human loss and suffering.

I shot the scene, and I captured the moment. I took some shots of the carnage, of the mangled front ends of the trucks involved, but it wasn't what I wanted to show. That wasn't a compelling image. It wasn't human. From my vantage point, and with my telephoto lens, I shot the emergency response crew hard at work. This is what they did for a living, they dealt with this on a regular basis. However, the second that Roy Buckner walked out of the bar he was in and asked about his truck, I knew I had found the story--but my heart still dropped.

I captured the moment as best as I could. Given the circumstances, the situation, the equipment I had, it was all I could do. I had forgotten to wear gloves or even a jacket, so I was cold, my hands were numb, I could barely feel my camera, the viewfinder was fogged and the front element of my lens was wet. The composition could have been better, the focus could have been sharper, but it wasn't what mattered to me. For me, the moment trumps the focus, but most of all, human suffering trumps the moment. When I first looked at the image, I hated it. I caught a small measure of human suffering on a grand scale, but this man, this was his Haiti.



Emergency response crews work on the scene of a head-on collision on M-20. Candum Royal Buckner, 38, of Mount Pleasant was driving eastbound when he lost control and swerved into the oncoming lane, where he was struck by a GMC Seirra. Thomas Carl Reinig, 58, and Daniel Thomas Reinig, 31, both of Sanford, were transported to Mount Pleasant Community Hospital, while Buckner was pronounced dead on the scene.

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Photojournalism isn't sensationalism by any means. As I told my girlfriend, "I wish I could say this is the reason I do what I do, but it's not..."

We tell stories, be it happy or sad. Sensational as the images might seem to some, the camera held to your eye makes you oblivious to what is going on around you. This was my first fatal spot news story, so obviously the one that will affect me the most. But I hope it doesn't get easier to shoot, because it will take away from why I'm really in love with this field.

Edit: Go to Libby's take on the crash.