The truth hurts

Tank town

I was on assignment today at Tracy High’s track and I had a little time to spare. As I looked around I noticed that with the absence of the West Building you get a great view across the campus to 11th Street and beyond.

What really caught my eye was the water tower that now seems to loom above the town from its spot on 10th Street near the Community Center. Adjusting my shooting position I could frame the tower between some of the palm trees that line the front of the school for a cool looking photo.

Swing and a miss

Nothing worse than getting heckled on assignment. I was shooting the pet of the week assignment and as I worked on photographing on of the cats in their cage I had a troublemaker show up.

“Bubba” occupied the cage above and was either annoyed at my presence or just wanted to see what a Canon camera feels like. I just snapped his picture as he made a couple of swipes at my face. Cats, no sense of humor.

Black and white rules

I have been trying to shoot more photos just for me lately and it has been fun. Learning to see shapes and colors just for arts sake again is quite the change of pace from the regular journalistic assignments.
Friend and fellow photographer Alice O’Neil has joined me on some photo shoots and her eye for detail and form has impressed me. What I find very interesting is the fact she likes to shoot in black and white for some of her pictures.

I started out learning how to shoot in high school with black and white film. I went through rolls and rolls of Kodak’s Tri-X Pan film. When I started in newspaper photography it was with black and white pages and I was awed when we made the switch to daily color. But juts because a picture is in color does it make it better?

I think black and white pictures can show the tonal detail and subtle detail better than color. Who has not been awed by an Ansel Adams picture of Yosemite in glorious black and white? Will I give up my colors and hues for arts sake? Probably not but I may have to explore the simpler side of photography again in black and white.

It's a dog eat dog world

Sacrifice

One of the hardest assignments you can ever cover for a newspaper is grief. The emotional outpouring over the loss of a family member or friend is hard to witness and even more difficult to photograph.

I was assigned to photograph the funeral for Marine Cpl. Charles O. Palmer II. Palmer was the first serviceman from Manteca to die in the Iraq war.

I have covered the stories of the Tracy soldiers and Marines that have given the ultimate sacrifice for their country. Six have died and I remember the various photos that have run in the paper. Parents watching the news of their sons death, a wife grieving over the loss of her husband, a mother clutching the flag that covered her son’s coffin. I sometimes struggle to remember all their names but I always remember the pictures.

Maybe I am just getting numb to the war or God forgive me, I am getting accustomed to the losses we suffer. The funeral of Cpl. Palmer was a sad event but it didn’t bother me as much as some of the other memorials I have covered in the past.

Back at the office I looked over the program they were handing out at the funeral. On the back was a copy of the handwritten letter Palmer wrote as he asked to reenlist in the Marine Corps. Sometimes it is just too much too bear.

Walking for a cure

A sea of purple took center stage Saturday morning as cancer survivors kicked off the annual Relay For Life at Tracy High.

For 24 hours the track was filled with walkers as they made laps for donations toward the American cancer Society.

The infield was filled with tents as the teams set up their camp for the day and nights events. I covered the opening ceremonies and the first lap on the track walked by cancer survivors.

One of the highlights of the relay is Saturday night’s luminaria ceremony that surrounds the track and part of the bleachers. It can be a bit of a challenge shooting in the dark but the lanterns against the darkness made for a strong statement.

Coffee break

The fear factor

Nothing rattles me on assignment. Well, almost nothing. Even though I enjoy photographing things that fly I have my limits. What could have rattled my cage on assignment? Bees

Working on the story about the decline in the bee population I visited a beekeeper and his collection of the insects.

There is an old saying that if your photos are not good enough you are not close enough. Swell, so I had to get close to the bees as they crawled and buzzed about their honeycombs.

How do you know when an assignment is starting to turn bad? You have conversations that sound like this:
Beekeeper: “Are you allergic to bee stings?”
Photographer: I’m not sure, I don’t think so.”
Beekeeper: “Well if you stop breathing you are.”

Nice. So I start to inch closer to the hive and the mass of bees milling about.
Photographer: “Will the bees mind if I use a flash?”
Beekeeper: If they get angry they usually go for the eyes.”

Nice. So I pick a spot and start shooting. I keep getting the kamikaze bees flying into the back of my head but I try to keep still. Finally I just come short of freaking out and decide to shoot from a discrete distance with a long lens.

I tried not to make any sudden moves but still found myself jerking away as a bee would land on my hand or buzz close to my face. I managed to make it out of the assignment with out one sting. It’s hard to look cool on assignment when you want to run to your car swatting anything flying near you. I get all the fun assignments.

Oh bee-have!

It seems bees are becoming an endangered species. News reports show a decline in the bee population that could impact farming. Bees are protected and preserved whenever possible even where they are not welcome. This swarm had been making their home in a north Tracy home until they were removed by a beekeeper. Stragglers still remain at the home, which makes for some delicate photography. I kept my distance shooting with my 300mm telephoto lens and 1.4x extender. I tried not to disturb the swarm as I closed in for the shot. I managed to survive the shoot un-stung.

Behind the scenes

I was taking pictures of the city staff members getting ready for the first council meeting in their new luxury chambers.

Right before I was thrown out of their top-secret practice I managed to get a look at their high tech monitor setup for the council members chairs.

I see they have a home entertainment setup just in case the meetings start to get boring. I would have been more impressed if “Reservoir Dogs” would have popped up on the screens.

Gigapixels

If you want to see what a real high-resolution photo looks like take a gander at the 13-gigapixel view of Harlem created by artist Gerard Maynard and the Kolor Company. The image is an incredible panorama of a Harlem neighborhood created from 2,045 individual photos taken with a Nikon D2X camera and then stitched together with the Kolor Company’s software.

Screenshot

Cheerios test, Pt. II

We received a handful of calls regarding the now infamous cat and mouse photo that appeared on Thursday’s cover. Some people found it gross and disgusting, not wanting to see it over breakfast. Actually I don’t find the photo offensive. Some people may think we have no standards but quite a few photos come across my desk that I know will never see the light of day in the paper. Steve Chen’s photo of a crocodile attack in Taiwan that ran on the Associated Press wire does push the limits and did not appear in our paper. I guess it is a matter of how much blood and graphic content is visible determines if it fails the paper’s Cheerios test. And by the way the crocodile did cough up the arm and it was reattached to the victim.

Coming home

Sometimes it seems I get all the sad assignments. Today I stood in a funeral home parking lot to watch another Marine being brought home after dying in action in Iraq.

Marine Cpl. Charles Palmer II was killed in action Saturday when his Humvee struck an improvised explosive device (IED) killing him. His body was flown into Stockton airport this morning then taken to the funeral home to await burial with military honors next Wednesday.

The truly sad part of this is have shot this assignment before. I have photographed the grieving parents, the widow, the children left without their father. Tracy has lost 6 servicemen to the war. The last soldier killed in action will soon have his name etched on the marble face of the Tracy War Memorial.

The faces may change, even the city but the terrible loss remains the same from the war.