I felt like crap today.
No special reason, or maybe it was snow blowing sideways outside the Flint journal building. Either way, I felt wrong, really wrong.
Lot's of people have to make themesleves do what they need to do during the day.
At least when I'm not happy the worst I'm driven to do is to get some caffeine.
Well I resisted the dark urges to buy a coke, but called my sister before I went into the store to let someone else in on my gloom. That was at about 10:30.
My assignment was to do something I've done about a dozen times for my past internship: take a portrait shot of a business. Easy. Now was a good time for a nosebleed to set in, a sure sign that, you guessed it, my nose is dry. Not cocaine.
The couple that ran the resale shop were very nice, and the assignment went well. The poor people tried to act and look casual as I shot about 120 frames over/through/ around clothing racks as they chatted to me, to eachother.
They tolerated me for almost forty minutes, that last thing I did was move to the other room featuring baby clothing. The the owner and his fiance' taled to me from the hall. She had her hands on a rack, and he wa standing in the middle of an orb of light. I saw my opportunity and got about 20 frames before they moved, and ended up with the shot that I'll have to put up here tomorrow.
It's a cool feeling to know you have the shot you need. I don't like leaving without a sure home-run.
I got some more cutline information form them, and left, knowing I had done a good job. My mood was gone. I had to accomplish something to remind myself to chill the f*ck out and try to enjoy everything I can.
The second assignment went great as well. Believe it or not, interesting things do happen at senior centers. Should I ever get the opportunity to cover a humanitarian crisis, I'll be flooded with drama.
No special reason, or maybe it was snow blowing sideways outside the Flint journal building. Either way, I felt wrong, really wrong.
Lot's of people have to make themesleves do what they need to do during the day.
At least when I'm not happy the worst I'm driven to do is to get some caffeine.
Well I resisted the dark urges to buy a coke, but called my sister before I went into the store to let someone else in on my gloom. That was at about 10:30.
My assignment was to do something I've done about a dozen times for my past internship: take a portrait shot of a business. Easy. Now was a good time for a nosebleed to set in, a sure sign that, you guessed it, my nose is dry. Not cocaine.
The couple that ran the resale shop were very nice, and the assignment went well. The poor people tried to act and look casual as I shot about 120 frames over/through/ around clothing racks as they chatted to me, to eachother.
They tolerated me for almost forty minutes, that last thing I did was move to the other room featuring baby clothing. The the owner and his fiance' taled to me from the hall. She had her hands on a rack, and he wa standing in the middle of an orb of light. I saw my opportunity and got about 20 frames before they moved, and ended up with the shot that I'll have to put up here tomorrow.
It's a cool feeling to know you have the shot you need. I don't like leaving without a sure home-run.
I got some more cutline information form them, and left, knowing I had done a good job. My mood was gone. I had to accomplish something to remind myself to chill the f*ck out and try to enjoy everything I can.
The second assignment went great as well. Believe it or not, interesting things do happen at senior centers. Should I ever get the opportunity to cover a humanitarian crisis, I'll be flooded with drama.
I knew I was successful after the second asignment, shooting a group of seniors making wood carvings. It was fun, they were good guys, and loved the attention.
I called my friend afterwards, and we chatted on the way back to the Flint Journal.
Sometimes you're having a really good day, but you have to ignore yourself to realize it.
By the way, the shot above is done in a technique called "Layering" and Bruce Edwards hates it. well maybe not hate...I just have to put a photo up each time.
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