Andrea has the market cornered on doggy photos. I thought I'd try my hand at it while feature huntin'.
1.31.2008
doggy
Andrea has the market cornered on doggy photos. I thought I'd try my hand at it while feature huntin'.
1.30.2008
slideshows
Here are a couple slideshows I put together recently. They aren't heart-wrenching stories, but I had some fun putting them together. There will be more to come, hopefully with more depth.
http://www.deseretnews.com/photo/sslides/detail/1,5498,38,00.html
http://deseretnews.com/misc/mm/sslides/orchestra/index.html
Mike Terry put this one together for the death of the president of the Mormon church. Photos by four Deseret News photographers...
http://www.deseretnews.com/photo/sslides/detail/1,5498,37,00.html
http://www.deseretnews.com/photo/sslides/detail/1,5498,38,00.html
http://deseretnews.com/misc/mm/sslides/orchestra/index.html
Mike Terry put this one together for the death of the president of the Mormon church. Photos by four Deseret News photographers...
http://www.deseretnews.com/photo/sslides/detail/1,5498,37,00.html
1.28.2008
cold days and bitter nights
1.26.2008
1.24.2008
gay adoption
1.22.2008
1.21.2008
the spectrum
To my surprise the guardian of the bunch looked at me confused, like why wouldn't I want to come out of the snow and into a warm place. I guess that's eastern hospitality. So, I followed them in, sat down and talked for a while despite the communication gap. They told me they were refugees from a dangerous city in Thailand and came to Utah in search of a better life. As I had to leave for another assignment, they told me to come back and visit any time. I turned around as I walked out the door, and there they were, with wide smiles, wishing me a good day.
1.20.2008
looking for something different
1.19.2008
hockey, etc.
This is a photo I found exploring before work today. The boy in blue was waiting on top of the hill for his brother to get out of school. When he got out, the boy ran up to him and grabbed onto his arm. Precious.
1.17.2008
pouring light
1.16.2008
eyes on balloons
1.15.2008
fire training
1.14.2008
The Difference
1.13.2008
Not so welcome
A Long Day
1.12.2008
Some Flippin' Bball
1.10.2008
Composition
1.09.2008
Driving through the snow at night to go to a basketball game
1.07.2008
Babies and Guns: My First Day at the Deseret Morning News
I stepped off the cold downtown street and into the glass doors of the Deseret Morning News building, thankful for our knack for climate-controlled rooms. Onto the elevator I went to the fourth floor to tell them I had arrived. It was 10 o'clock. I scrutinized the awards hanging in the reception area for a couple minutes before my photo editor briskly walked toward me with a woman at his side. The reason she had accompanied him, I quickly found out, was that I had an 11 o'clock assignment with the reporter, who was writing a story about some sort of advanced fetal surgery conference.
In the next half hour before the assignment, my editor lead me around as he multi-tasked like none other. I was relieved when he gave me professional equipment since I had to recently give up the lenses I had borrowed from my school for the past year. I grabbed my gear and made it quickly to my car, arriving somewhere between a walk and a run. I would later find out that the $4/hour parking that I paid would soon be $10/month with validation. Deciphering the odd block system I made my way to 1130 E 3900 S for a press conference on a new fetal surgeries to adjust the amniotic fluid in the womb. I spent an hour trying to find some authentic moments as the 5 TV cameras around the room posed the mothers and babies for emotional draw to the 6 o'clock news.
When I made it back to the paper, I underwent the necessary torture of filling out loads of paper work, wondering which parts I really needed to fill out and which I could slide by. I got the run down on the work flow at the paper, which always seems to be minutely different at every paper I've worked at, enough to make it so you have to learn it all over again. Then, the night photo editor came in and asked what I was doing, suggesting to send me out on a news assignment. Of course, I was eager to shoot.
A man threatened to blow up his house and kill any cop who approached him, so the SWAT team was called out for a good ol' standoff. So I grabbed an enormous lens and headed out to stand in the below freezing temperatures in my less than adequate attire for an hour and a half. Even with my long lens I could only make out the guys with guns as tiny figures. I never though that someone would need a lens longer than 400mm, but this made me wish for a 1200 with a 2x extender.
My feet and hands gradually became numb as the twilight approached, but the anticipation of a house blowing up made it all worth it. Maybe the fire would warm my feet, I thought. But for the sake of the general love of people, the man was safely escorted out of the house by tear gas and Tasers.
I rushed to my car, turned on the heat full blast at my feet and sighed a happy sigh.
As I drove back to the office I found a street spot close to the building to protect my poor southern feet from the gristly snow and ice. I turned in a couple photos and boarded the elevator at 7 o'clock for my trip down six floors. A sweet scent creeped up my nose, reminiscent of Florida oranges. I ran my finger across the shiny wooden panes inside the elevator, feeling an oily residue. I put my nose closer for a big, refreshing whiff. Someone had prepared the elevator to perk up the morning journalists for a new day.

In the next half hour before the assignment, my editor lead me around as he multi-tasked like none other. I was relieved when he gave me professional equipment since I had to recently give up the lenses I had borrowed from my school for the past year. I grabbed my gear and made it quickly to my car, arriving somewhere between a walk and a run. I would later find out that the $4/hour parking that I paid would soon be $10/month with validation. Deciphering the odd block system I made my way to 1130 E 3900 S for a press conference on a new fetal surgeries to adjust the amniotic fluid in the womb. I spent an hour trying to find some authentic moments as the 5 TV cameras around the room posed the mothers and babies for emotional draw to the 6 o'clock news.
When I made it back to the paper, I underwent the necessary torture of filling out loads of paper work, wondering which parts I really needed to fill out and which I could slide by. I got the run down on the work flow at the paper, which always seems to be minutely different at every paper I've worked at, enough to make it so you have to learn it all over again. Then, the night photo editor came in and asked what I was doing, suggesting to send me out on a news assignment. Of course, I was eager to shoot.
A man threatened to blow up his house and kill any cop who approached him, so the SWAT team was called out for a good ol' standoff. So I grabbed an enormous lens and headed out to stand in the below freezing temperatures in my less than adequate attire for an hour and a half. Even with my long lens I could only make out the guys with guns as tiny figures. I never though that someone would need a lens longer than 400mm, but this made me wish for a 1200 with a 2x extender.
My feet and hands gradually became numb as the twilight approached, but the anticipation of a house blowing up made it all worth it. Maybe the fire would warm my feet, I thought. But for the sake of the general love of people, the man was safely escorted out of the house by tear gas and Tasers.
I rushed to my car, turned on the heat full blast at my feet and sighed a happy sigh.
As I drove back to the office I found a street spot close to the building to protect my poor southern feet from the gristly snow and ice. I turned in a couple photos and boarded the elevator at 7 o'clock for my trip down six floors. A sweet scent creeped up my nose, reminiscent of Florida oranges. I ran my finger across the shiny wooden panes inside the elevator, feeling an oily residue. I put my nose closer for a big, refreshing whiff. Someone had prepared the elevator to perk up the morning journalists for a new day.
1.03.2008
From Florida to Utah: On the Road
I made the 37 hour trip to Salt Lake City over the past week or so, stopping in Kansas City to see my mother for New Years. After moving out of my house in Gainesville, I had to return all the camera gear after I left Palm Harbor that I had been borrowing from the school for the past year. All I own is a 20D , a 50mm and a flash. To my luck, the 50mm stopped focusing, so it was stuck on one distance. I had to shoot almost everything at f/22 to be sure that something was in focus, evidenced by my speckly spotty sensor. So here is my trip across the United States, mostly shot while driving. It was great to see the landscape and people change as I got further and further into the west. From flat, hot Florida to snow-covered spires jutting out of the earth.
Last Florida sunset, Crystal Beach, Florida
Power line birds in morning, Palm Harbor, Florida
That big arch, St. Louis, Missouri
Wax man, Kansas City, Kansas
Snowman, Kansas City, Kansas
Drunkards, Kansas City, Kansas
The "Plaza", Kansas City
Setting sun, Colorado
Ice on my morning windshield, Boulder, Colorado
Fire-emitting plant, Wyoming
Smoke-emitting plant, Wyoming
Me with a backdrop of hay barrels, Wyoming............Photo by Vanessa
Somewhere, Wyoming
First sunset over mountains, Salt Lake City, Utah
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