It is a weird life being a photojournalist. Your life has a tendency to go from bored silly to heart pounding as I race to a crime scene at a moment’s notice.
It’s all about shifting gears. One moment I am watching a water polo game hoping for some action and the next I am standing on
Sixth Street watching police officers investigate a car where a man was fatally shot. Crime scene tape is stretched around the car illuminated by the police car strobe lights. My very next assignment was in the cozy confines of a Mountain House kitchen for a story about a woman who started a business selling cupcakes. I go from sports mode to murder mode to warm and fuzzy with just the click of a switch. It’s kind of like turning the dial on top of the camera to pick which exposure mode to shoot with-sports-mayhem-feature.
I am sure it is part being an adrenalin junkie. Take it from a guy who turns the police scanner on at night just to have some background noise.
It is definitely a strange way to live at work. No two days ever seem the same and who knows what the scanner will bring next.