So the news follows me sometimes. I don't know that this is interesting to news outlets like that Ben Bridge robbery, but police searched Mercedes-Benz today because they were chasing a fugitive. Here are some photos:
Showing posts with label photojournalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photojournalism. Show all posts
Friday, August 10, 2012
Fugitive.
Labels:
dog,
fugitive,
Henderson,
hpd,
k9,
mercedes-benz of henderson,
news,
photojournalism,
photos,
police,
police dog
Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Occupation
I headed out to Occupy Las Vegas last night for their first night of physical 'occupation'. It was very interesting. There's a lot of heart in the movement, and they're very accepting of new people and new ideas. They're part of the overall Occupy movement, but they're not afraid of doing things differently than other Occupations.
Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure:
Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure:
Labels:
occupy,
occupy las vegas,
occupy wall st,
olv,
ows,
photo,
photography,
photojournalism,
social movement
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Daniel Clark/Las vegas Review-Journal
I now work for the Las Vegas Review-Journal. They even pay me! I doubt anyone cares, but I will create a breif timeline of events to explain. Maybe this will be nice for me to look at in the future.
I am at my parents house. My brother comes home and informs me that there's some sort of sutuation over by my old high school. Against better judgement and logic I set off to see what's going on. I learn that there is what appears to be a hostage situation gouing on. No one can get close, unless they're me, and sneaky.
So I creep a bit, a man says to me, "Hey, want to see some smoke?" I tell him that I indeed would like to see some smoke. Se co down one dead end road and if you peer in between two houses you can see smoke wafting from the house where the alleged hostage situation is going on. I approach and find that from the backyard of these houses, I could see the whole situation below me. I wait. An old woman comes out of her home into her backyard. I ask her for entry, and I get in. Taking photos noone else has access to I phone the RJ. I ask them if they wanty them. They say yes. I finish up shooting and rush to a place to edit. I do, and then I send them off.
I get a call from the editor.
"These are great." "If we were running a story on this, these are the ones we'd use." (And various other nice things.) So I ask him if I could maybe meet him for coffee, just to talk about the photojournalism world. He tells me, "We have coffee here at the office, why don't you come down sometime?"
I go. We meet, he tells me that the photo world is inundated with new talent, and I'd probably have to get more school, or go somewhere else for a job in journalism. Another guy takes a look at my portfolio. He says that I need to trim it down, way down.
I leave.
I edit my portfolio, and I contact the person who'd looked at my portfolio. He invites me down again. We talk about my work, and he says that there's a lot going on at the paper right now and the photo editor I'd talked to was no longer the editor. We shake hands, and he tells me he'll shop my portfolio around when I edit it down and make it perfect.
I begin doing that.
Then, a phone call from a number I do not know as I sit watching TV. It's the interim photo editor, he tells me that he has work for me. The next day I do my first assignment, go to the office, and sign paperwork as a stringer.
People who need to ne thanked and without whom this wouldn't have happened:
Justin Yurkanin (Helped me with my portfolio, and showed my portfolio to people)
kevin Cannon (Interim photo editor who has given me this chance)
Jeffrey Scheid (Who let me come meet him at the RJ office, and looked at those initial photos)
Sean Clark (Who looked up the RJ phone number while I was shooting)
Deanna Jones (Who supported me and my crazyness)
My Parents (Who put me through school, which allowed me to develop the skill to do this)
And really a lot of people. Like...a lot. David Calvert, Amy Beck, Brian BBenedict, Jessica Estepa, Peter Goin, all my professors (art and jour)...
Seriously, without the help of others this path would have been nearly impossible. I'm not there yet, so don't think I'm just cosating along at this point. There's a lot of proving left to do.
I am at my parents house. My brother comes home and informs me that there's some sort of sutuation over by my old high school. Against better judgement and logic I set off to see what's going on. I learn that there is what appears to be a hostage situation gouing on. No one can get close, unless they're me, and sneaky.
So I creep a bit, a man says to me, "Hey, want to see some smoke?" I tell him that I indeed would like to see some smoke. Se co down one dead end road and if you peer in between two houses you can see smoke wafting from the house where the alleged hostage situation is going on. I approach and find that from the backyard of these houses, I could see the whole situation below me. I wait. An old woman comes out of her home into her backyard. I ask her for entry, and I get in. Taking photos noone else has access to I phone the RJ. I ask them if they wanty them. They say yes. I finish up shooting and rush to a place to edit. I do, and then I send them off.
I get a call from the editor.
"These are great." "If we were running a story on this, these are the ones we'd use." (And various other nice things.) So I ask him if I could maybe meet him for coffee, just to talk about the photojournalism world. He tells me, "We have coffee here at the office, why don't you come down sometime?"
I go. We meet, he tells me that the photo world is inundated with new talent, and I'd probably have to get more school, or go somewhere else for a job in journalism. Another guy takes a look at my portfolio. He says that I need to trim it down, way down.
I leave.
I edit my portfolio, and I contact the person who'd looked at my portfolio. He invites me down again. We talk about my work, and he says that there's a lot going on at the paper right now and the photo editor I'd talked to was no longer the editor. We shake hands, and he tells me he'll shop my portfolio around when I edit it down and make it perfect.
I begin doing that.
Then, a phone call from a number I do not know as I sit watching TV. It's the interim photo editor, he tells me that he has work for me. The next day I do my first assignment, go to the office, and sign paperwork as a stringer.
People who need to ne thanked and without whom this wouldn't have happened:
Justin Yurkanin (Helped me with my portfolio, and showed my portfolio to people)
kevin Cannon (Interim photo editor who has given me this chance)
Jeffrey Scheid (Who let me come meet him at the RJ office, and looked at those initial photos)
Sean Clark (Who looked up the RJ phone number while I was shooting)
Deanna Jones (Who supported me and my crazyness)
My Parents (Who put me through school, which allowed me to develop the skill to do this)
And really a lot of people. Like...a lot. David Calvert, Amy Beck, Brian BBenedict, Jessica Estepa, Peter Goin, all my professors (art and jour)...
Seriously, without the help of others this path would have been nearly impossible. I'm not there yet, so don't think I'm just cosating along at this point. There's a lot of proving left to do.
Labels:
career,
help,
job,
las vegas review-journal,
luck,
lvrj,
photo,
photojournalism,
rj
Friday, January 21, 2011
Post on Photojournalism (II)
As far as photojournalism is concerned, I summed up my personal relationship with it in a post some time ago. My opinions are the same, but I wanted to explain another facet of what the photo taken by Stuart Franklin (I incorrectly cited Jeff Widener for the shot last time. He took another similar photograph, as did a couple of others) means to me.

This photograph illustrates a serious issue I had early in college perfectly. The issue is settled (mostly) now, but often rumbles uncomfortably (like a dormant volcano we're not prefectly sure of). Do I want to *make* this photograph, or do I want to *be* this photograph? The question remains. And another in the wake of this one: Can I do both?
(I know I have not posted here in a very long time. I thought the best way to begin posting again would be by posting again. You know, Instead of saying "I should post more" and forgetting again.)

This photograph illustrates a serious issue I had early in college perfectly. The issue is settled (mostly) now, but often rumbles uncomfortably (like a dormant volcano we're not prefectly sure of). Do I want to *make* this photograph, or do I want to *be* this photograph? The question remains. And another in the wake of this one: Can I do both?
(I know I have not posted here in a very long time. I thought the best way to begin posting again would be by posting again. You know, Instead of saying "I should post more" and forgetting again.)
Labels:
pholosophy,
photography,
photojournalism,
protest,
Stuart Franklin
Monday, October 26, 2009
Homecoming Bonfire
As my final homecoming is now over I share my final bonfire photos. I took a challenging approach to the bonfire: shoot the event without heavily relying on complete silhouettes. I think some of these came out very well. Enjoy.




















Labels:
bonfire,
Homecoming,
nevada,
photo,
photojournalism,
University of nevada,
unr
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Photo J assignment
So I shot an an assignment for photojournalism basically just supposed to be high low and medium angles. And I included one random. Please enjoy.






And here's the random one I liked.






And here's the random one I liked.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Back in Action, or Welcome Week Midnight Pancake Traditions
One thing I'm going to miss about the university come the end of this year is the Midnight Pancake Breakfast. It's become a personal tradition as well as a legitimate University tradition. My tradition is shooting the hell out of it. This is by far one of the most enjoyable events to shoot I've ever come across. Maybe one of these days I'll compile all of the pancake shoots into one comparative one. I attempt the picture of Mackay every year, and every year I want it to do something it won't. This year was fairly successful, but I'm coming to the conclusion that the I might not ever get it right.




















Labels:
ASUN,
charlie jose,
Eli Reilly,
Mackay,
pancakes,
photo,
photojournalism,
University of nevada,
unr,
welcome week
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
National Clean Energy Summit 2.0: Update Three
Part three of my update on the National Clean Energy Summit 2.0. These are from the wrap-up press conference at the end of the day.














Labels:
al gore,
Bill Clinton,
clean energy,
energy,
global warming,
harry reid,
jobs,
las vegas,
photojournalism,
photos
National Clean Energy Summit 2.0: Update Two
This is part two of my update about the National Clean Energy Summit 2.0. These are from an address President Bill Clinton gave to the audience on his views on clean energy and the state of the nation regarding it.
















Labels:
al gore,
Bill Clinton,
clean energy,
energy,
global warming,
harry reid,
jobs,
las vegas,
photojournalism,
photos
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)









