Sunday, December 27, 2009

Spirit of giving


- Producer Daniel Rios poses for a portrait with his MPC pad.



It’s December again. A crazy time for us photographers, our families and pretty much everyone else in the world. We’re all preparing for the holiday season in some fashion, and that generally means finding out what to give, or what we’d like to get.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking before the month hit on what I want to do. Of course, like many of you this year, I don’t have a ton of money. In fact, like many of you again, I’ve seen a pay cut. This goes without saying, but 2009 was a tough year.

That shouldn’t stop you from giving, or at least doing something nice for someone this season. There are ways to get creative, and since you’re probably a photographer, how about using your profession?

Do you know of or are involved in a local charity that’s really making a difference? Go spend a few hours documenting what they’re doing and allow them to use a few “professional” photos for their website or newsletter. Who doesn’t need photos?

Looking for a gift for your neighbor or relative? How about a nice family portrait? They make great gifts and are a way you can use your skill to your advantage. Not only do you cross someone off your gift-list, you get some practice in. You’ll come to find out their friends will want to know who shot their awesome photos somewhere down the line.

Those are just a few ideas, but you get the picture.

I decided to do something along those lines this year. For me, I wanted to help out a group of friends in Yuma who are just gaining some serious ground in the underground hip-hop community in Arizona and on the West Coast. The group is called Cerebral Arts. I gave them a few hours of studio time as way to potentially help further their careers.


- Jon Porter, aka "Firstperson I" is an MC from Yuma, Arizona. -



This was probably one of the most enjoyable times I’ve had on a shoot this year. The diversity of the group lent itself to some great portraits that really displayed their personality.

Working is a little more fun when you’re not “working”.

This project accomplished a few things for me, as well as them. First, I got some practice time in, time to try new lighting schemes for portraits and develop ideas for future work without dealing with deadlines and time constraints. Working at the Yuma Sun means I’m usually on the go, and more often than not, banging out assignments to get to the next one.

Second, it’s a gift, and like I said, who doesn’t need or like photos? Cerebral Arts is more than just a rap group. They are a crew with a positive message and reach out to the youth, often flying under the radar of the local news circuits.

This is just the start of something I’d like to do more of in the future. In Yuma, we have a few organizations that I have friends and colleagues working at, places like the mission and a group who help abused women and children.

I’m a photographer, not a plumber, auto mechanic or a social worker. This is what I can offer.

Third, the photos we did provide the group and individuals with a professional look they can use for CDs, websites and press packets. It something they won’t get from just anyone in town. Everything is tagged with my name, credited and searchable through Photoshelter.com.

Finally, so much of our business is word-of-mouth and networking-based that your reputation is just as important as your photographs. How many times have you gained some extra business from a client who was directed to you by a friend or acquaintance? If you haven’t, that’s not good.

Remember, working with any group could be a door that can potentially lead to something else in the future, though that shouldn’t be your main focus.

I know this argument might come up so let’s address it now. It’s the “free” word. Yes, I did it for free. The difference is really two-fold. One, I wasn’t asked. It was just something I wanted to do on my own time. Two, in this instance I maintain the copyright on the images, so I have a say in what they’re used for.

I’m not advocating working for free to get your work seen, I’m simply saying there are times when you can use your photography as a gift and a way to build relationships.

Some of what I’m discussing here are practices I’ve learned in the past from spending time with photographers like Matt Brown. Some of it I’ve added to.

Brown, a freelance photographer in Southern California, has Cal State Fullerton as one of his major clients and is very well-known at the college, by everyone. While preparing for the annual Sports Shooter Academies he looks for student athletes who will volunteer their time for photo shoots. In exchange, those students are given the photographs from the days shoot, but he has a stipulation – that they graduate.

“I think of the 12 or 15 students we’ve used, they’ve all graduated and all of them got the photos,” Brown said. “There’s one girl graduating this week and she’s going to receive like 900 shots. If they’re going to take their time to help me out, sometimes giving me time to try something, they’ve earned it.”


- Matt Brown, Sports Shooter Academy Instructor and California-based photographer, shows a student at SSA VI how to set up a remote camera -



There are also times when Brown gives photos he’s shot to some of the lesser-known individuals involved in the day-to-day operations, like trainers, the equipment crew and sometimes colleagues.

Does he consider that giving away his work?

“Heck no. It’s like giving a photo away to your mom. If it’s a friend of mine, or a colleague I don’t see it that way,” Brown said.

More often than not, he gains a few side jobs from building relationships, which at times means sending a photo their way. However, that’s not his purpose when he does it.

“I’ve done like four dozen family portraits, and some weddings, by building relationships and making friends. Actually, I just shot a wedding for a kid who I gave a photo to 12 years ago. I never look at people as potential clients down the line, but that kind of thing happens a lot,” Brown said. “If it happens 10 or 12 years down the road, great. If not, great.”

There are creative ways to run and expand a business, and now, more than ever, we need to find out what those are. Using the web, SEO, and blogging are all great tools, but don’t forget that building relationships are just important. Sometimes, it’s just as simple as giving someone a photograph.

I hope everyone here in SS.com land has a great holiday season with their families and friends. Here’s to a successful 2010 and another great year of sportsshooter.com.


AUTHOR’S NOTE: I received a few emails from some SS.com members recently wondering what I’ve been up to and why I’ve been absent from writing for the newsletter the past few months.

Back in August I checked into the hospital after dealing with a severe case of sinus infection that kept lingering. The doctors did a series of tests and caught something more important. I had an enlarged heart and that it was beating too fast and was also diagnosed with Graves Disease – in simple terms an overactive thyroid.

I missed about a month of work total while recovering, and, until recently, have just been getting back on track. I’m feeling much better, in fact, better than I’ve felt in a year.

Life could have been a lot worse had I not gone to the hospital.

I say this just to encourage everyone to get check-ups on a regular basis from your family doctor.



- Fausto "Legal Alien" Lopez of the hip-hop group Cerebral Arts -

Monday, April 27, 2009

The Baseball Dictionary for Photographers



Baseball is a game of numbers. Wait … Umm, I already wrote a column like that .

OK.

Baseball is a game of slang, and to the average person, it can be quite confusing. I'm a huge fan of the National Past Time. I played it most of my life. I enjoy shooting it. I grow a beard from the All-Star Break to the playoffs. That's real.

So in honor of the opening MLB season, and because I have a furlough day, here's a lighthearted comparison between common baseball terminology and our business.

Grab some seeds and enjoy. God knows you need a laugh this week.


BASEBALL VS. PHOTOGRAPHY

GAPPER
Baseball - Any hit that finds a gap between the outfielders.
Photography - Days between work during mandatory furloughs.

FIVE-TOOL PLAYER
Baseball - A player who can hit for power and average, throw and field well and can run the bases.
Photography - Shooting still, video, editing, writing and design.

DOUBLE PLAY
Baseball - A play that results in obtaining two outs.
Photography - Unless it's the awesomest, something not to be included in a portfolio.

TRIPLE PLAY
Baseball - When a defense makes three outs on one play.
Photography - A shooter who walks away from an event with at least three quality images.

SCHILLING
Baseball - One of the most dominate postseason pitchers ever to take the mound. God bless you Curt Schilling.
Photography - What some end up working for when they work for free.

RIVALRY
Baseball - Any Red Sox vs. Yankees game, any time of year.
Photography - Any Nikon vs. Canon thread on the message boards.

BIG SHOW
Baseball - The Major Leagues.
Photography - Guys who think shooting professional sports means they made it.

SINGLE
Baseball - A base hit.
Photography - What happens when you put you're job first.



DUECE
Baseball - A curve ball, commonly referred to as the No. 2 pitch.
Photography - Having a second camera.

FRAME
Baseball - Term used as slang for an inning.
Photography - A photo.

FUNGO
Baseball - Thin bat designed for fielding practice.
Photography - What you don't want in your lens.

GOLDEN SOMBRERO
Baseball - A hitter who goes 0-for-4 with four strikeouts in a game.
Photography - Tan bucket hat worn during outside games.

HEATER
Baseball - Fastball.
Photography - Used to describe a "hot" frame.

PAYOFF PITCH
Baseball - Pitch thrown with a full count.
Photography - Conversation which lands a job.

SETTING THE TABLE
Baseball - Runners on base ahead of a power hitter.
Photography - Not easy to do when working for a newspaper.

SMALL BALL
Baseball - Teams who score runs off a combination of bunts, steals, infield hits, hit-and-runs and sacrifices.
Photography - Undercutting bids for work that result in little profit.

PICKLE
Baseball - A runner caught in a rundown.
Photography - How college students who are currently majoring in Photojournalism feel.

FREE AGENT
Baseball - Player whose contract has expired.
Photography - Many of us in the business.

CAUGHT LOOKING
Baseball - Hitter who watches a called third strike.
Photography - Missing a key moment because of chimping.

SWEET SPOT
Baseball - Best spot on the bat.
Photography - Center of the lens.

WHIFF
Baseball - A swing that does not connect with the ball.
Photography - Auto focus misses.

NICKNAME
Baseball - Big Papi.
Photography - Big Kahuna.

PAINTING THE CORNER
Baseball - Pitch that hits the corners of the plate.
Photography - Technique Dave Black has mastered.

BATTERY MATE
Baseball - Catcher.
Photography - Jackrabbit pack.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Ups and Downs

The last words you want to hear during a hot air balloon ride are "The flame went out."

I've never been in a hot air balloon before. To be honest, I never really wanted to. Coming from one of the balloon capitals of the world, Sedona, I've seen plenty of them flying through red-rock country. Riding in the oldest form of air transportation never interested me.

There was even a time back in 2001 when a balloon floated by my apartment window. I grabbed my camera and chased it down the street, into someone's backyard.

I remembered that story Wednesday, shortly after my hot air balloon took off.

My morning assignment was a balloon ride put on by the organizers of the Colorado River Crossing Balloon Festival to hype the upcoming extravaganza next weekend. I flew with Fred Bookwalter of Tranquil Sensations, a guy named Joe and the crew from KYMA-TV.



I didn't even know we left the ground at Kennedy Park, our meeting place. And I was late, so I had to sprint to the balloon.

We toured the southern part of Yuma at sunrise, and it was awesome. The way the golden light lit up MCAS while flying at 2,000 feet was incredible. You couldn't even tell you were in a balloon, floating across the landscape.

It was crazy.







We spent close to 45 minutes in the air, flying over sheep, pigeons at Circle K, fields and the airport. Got plenty of aerial shots of Yuma during that time.

The rest of the ballooners were ahead of our group and most of them were landing. Bookwalter decided it was time to do the same. We descended from our 3,000-foot range.





Then, those fateful words that nobody on a balloon ride wants to hear came. Not good words.

"The flame went out."




The flame produces the hot air that makes the balloon rise and fall, and keeps those in the wicker basket comfortable. When that goes out, the pilot has very little control. Luckily, very little is just enough.

With no flame, we in the wicker basket started to feel very uncomfortable, and our slow descent turned into a crash landing. Bookwalter's no rookie. He's flown for 13 years, so he knew how to handle the situation. This has happened before.

He tugged a few ropes and kept our crash impact very low. We smashed into a tree, the ground and a barbed-wire fence before coming to a stop. Then we went up again, then came down again.

It was kind of like a car accident, but continuous. Our basket was dragged across the landscape we once flew over. We were all beat into the ground, each other.

Bookwalter got the flame back and we went up one last time, to land. The landing on the third go-around was pretty nice. You could see why people do this kind of thing for fun.



I'm feeling pretty rough, but alive. I never felt my life was in danger, and that's kudos to Bookwalter.

The chase car showed up close to 15 minutes after the landing to pick us up, and the balloon.

It was crazy.

Sometimes, things go wrong. Sometimes they go right. Sometimes, you just hold on to the wicker basket and hope for the best.


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

It's been a while

OK, I haven't posted in a week or so. So here's a post - a few of my favorites over the past, say, six weeks. Just pictures.





































Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Meaningful Moments



I wasn't happy today. In fact, I've been like that for a week.

Although I've had some good assignments I just haven't made any images, in my opinion, that are worthwhile and meaningful.

I spent the morning down on the Mexico side of the border port of entry. The residents of San Luis Rio Colorado and Sonora were protesting about the outrageous electric rates in the summer, something the new president vowed to take care of.

I got some good images, but not great.

Before that assignment I met up with Bruce Jackson, a retired businessman in the area. I wasn't happy with part of that shoot.

So around 3:30 p.m. I went home for lunch and decided, you know what, I'm going back down to the border. I called Bruce and got the photo I needed then hit the border to see if the human blockade was still in effect. It wasn't.

On my way into Friendship Park I saw some kids playing in the canal by the border fence. Kids? Well, more like teenagers.

When I left the park they were still down there, so I turned left and went on the dirt road. At first I had a changed my mind about going. I didn't want to get my car stuck in the sand and kids tend to not act natural when the camera is around.

I went anyway.

When I got to the canal I introduced myself and said I was from the paper, got names and was good to go. I realized at that moment this little feature-shot detour was going to be fun. It wasn't just any canal, but one with a waterfall-ramp-slip'n'slide area. The kids were going down it like they were at a water park.




The water was pretty shallow along this stretch of the canal and the current was only rough when the water transitioned from slope to straight. All in all it seemed pretty safe.





I got the pictures I wanted and coincidentally, found a spot nobody at the paper knew about, so it hasn't been in the paper like we do the river.

Everyone was having a good time, and for once these seven days, me too.

Then things changed.

Just about when I was ready to call it quits I caught something out the corner of my eye. One of the kids, a younger boy, went down the ramp but stopped. I immediately noticed a rope around his leg and realized this was the real deal. He could lose his foot, or worse, drown.

It took me a few seconds to figure out the best way to get this kid safe was to untie the rope from the top where it was tied, and not on his foot - the current was way to strong. So I dropped my camera - not far, just set it down, I wouldn't drop company equipment - and ran up the hill. The kids on the top had no idea that their friend, and one girls' brother, was stuck in the current.

I found the other end of the rope, tightly wound around a metal square on the side of the canal, slid down and unwound and untied the rope. It took close to a minute. The other guys up top helped pull the rope holding the child up to get enough slack to get it undone.

That wasn't the worst part.

Once released from the rope the boys friends carried him up to the top of the canal. The girls there were hysterical. The boy's ankle had severe rope burn - it cut deep into his leg all around. I won't go into detail by it was gruesome.

I grabbed a shirt and tossed it to the other side, telling the kids to wrap it around his ankle and to keep it from bleeding, and put it up.

I then grabbed my phone to dial 911. Apparently, when near the border with Sprint, it's International Roam. I got the emergency center for Mexico, who didn't speak English . I look around and spotted the Border Patrol agent who I talked with earlier that day. I waved him down while the two of the girls ran to the BP truck on the other side.

Both agents came to assist and had first-aid kids. One of them called an ambulance which arrived very quickly.

The boy made it, but I'm sure this ordeal is very traumatic. My heart goes out to him, his sister and parents. I hope to find out how's he's doing later this week.

It's amazing how fast you have to react. I've never been in a situation like this but I had just moments to make a decision, and in some ways I feel that if I wasn't there, who knows what could have happened.

Now for the hard part. I also realize that while I became part of the news today, it's also my responsibility to document it. No matter how uncomfortable it was I had to get the picture. Here's two frames with the boy and his sister.







I made sure the ambulance arrived and that the boy was OK first before I took off. From what I hear he's doing pretty good.




Our paper picked up the story when I got back to the office. I have photos on A1 all the time, but never "my" photo.

NPPA10.org and Sportsshooter.com also heard about it and posted the story on their web.


When I look back on this moment in time I can't help but ask two questions.



1. Was this fate? If I wasn't so dissatisfied with the work I put out lately I would have been at home at 5:19 p.m. Wednesday afternoon eating dinner, not at the canal.



2. Why did I catch the kids in the canal out the corner of my eye when there's things I don't see?


Funny how things work.

Funny how seconds can change a life.

Funny how as a photographer, being at the right place at the right time is key to our job.


I helped save a kid's life today - which is funny coming out of my mouth because I don't talk about myself much - and that's better than any photo I can take any day of the week, ever.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Goodbye, Hello

Today I spent the entire day with the Marine Corp in Yuma, starting and ending at the base.

My first assignment began at 6:30 a.m. and included an hour-and-a-half drive.

Taken from our 12 Passenger Van


We went out past Imperial Dam for a memorial service to honor three Marines and a Navy crewman who lost their lives in a helicopter crash. The chopper, part of Search and Rescue, was on a training mission. There was one survivor.




MCAS had a stone built a quarter mile from the crash site, which was unveiled today. The wives of the four men where there, with their kids. One of them had twin girls, who couldn't have been more than five months old. The crash happened Aug. 16 of 2007.







After the service, some of the crewman for SAR left their wings on the stone.



We then took the 1/4 mile hike (Sarg, are your sure that was a 1/4 mile?) to the canyon where the chopper crashed. Someone had built a cross with some of the area rocks and left a rose. An SAR helicopter circled the area while we were inside.





You could still smell the fuel and oil that once covered the rocks

When we left the canyon, just about everyone had left. A few Marines, two TV crews and us were left. The SAR helicopter landed and the crew went over to the memorial stone to honor their friends. No one else captured this moment.





James, our military beat reporter, got back to the paper, put the photos, story and video on the web.

After some Wienerschnitzel I headed back to the base for Marine Homecoming - a group coming back from a seven-month deployment.



Most of the men had women waiting for them ...



Some of those women were running late and had to wait ...



Others had children ...




Today, some said goodbye. Today, some said hello.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Grad night



Well, it was graduation time here in Yuma. Because of our deadline, we didn't get to stay for the hat tossing. Ryan and I were pretty bummed. Between the two of us, and Terry Ketron, our boss, we covered four grad nights on Friday. I was stationed down in San Luis, by the border.

Here's a smattering of images, without hat tosses.