The York Fair has come and gone, but I’ve only now had a chance to post this photo.
Archive for September, 2011
Shot the York Revolution-themed “Date Night” centerfold feature for FlipSide a few weeks ago. I figure since the Revolution are now in the post-season, it’s time I finally blogged a few photos from that feature.
(I wasn’t officially aware of it until this assignment, but FlipSide’s “Date Night” feature usually entails a family-friendly setting — not necessarily a date night for a couple!)
Last night was the first game of the 2011 Atlantic League Freedom Division playoffs. The York Revolution will be playing best-of-5 against the Lancaster Barnstormers.
Here’re two shots I have of starting pitcher Corey Thurman in two very different circumstances.
Sweat in the third inning:
Rain (and maybe some sweat) in the sixth inning:
The Revolution won last night’s game 3-2. I’m shooting tonight’s game, as well, and hoping for no rain.
Shot a Greyson Chance concert at the York Fair earlier tonight.
He’s 14 and actually talented, and I’d like to think the fame hasn’t gone to his head yet… despite the hordes of tween and teen girls who rushed to get front-row seats.
Lightning struck a duplex in a 55+ community a few nights ago. Nobody was hurt, the electricity was out and a couple’s kitchen was destroyed — but thankfully, their spirits, kindness and sense of humor were still intact*.
* Read the caption.
Everybody gets excited when a new brewery opens up in town.
I get excited when, on my way to a biz portrait assignment about the brewery, I see really nice light on a really cool building… which happens to be where the brewery is.
After shutting out the Bridgeport Bluefish in a doubleheader last night, the York Revolution won the second-half Atlantic League Freedom Division title and clinched one of four spots in the league playoffs.
The games themselves were remarkable as well, despite the low crowd turnout. Scott Grimes became the first Revolution player to hit for the cycle.
To get to the playoffs, the Lancaster Barnstormers had to lose their game last night (which they did) and the Revolution had to win at least one of their two games (they won both). Here’s a moment I captured after the Revs won the first game and before the Lancaster game wrapped up:
And here’s a moment after the Revs won the doubleheader:
All in all, a good night, despite the 12.5-hour shift and getting champagne in my eyes. (It stings.)
This is the last of the New York City blog posts (from my three-day trip in July), and boy, it was a long time coming.
I’d shot Times Square at f/1.4, then switched back to a more functional aperture, then switched back to f/1.4 for a few more shots in Chinatown. Here they are.
Ten years ago, my world suddenly became bigger.
I was in the eighth grade at a prep school that maxed out at middle school. Finding and getting into the right high school, and keeping up my grades so I wouldn’t get kicked out of the National Junior Honor Society, were my priorities as of Sept. 10, 2001.
The next day, Sept. 11, was yearbook picture day. As eighth grade students — the graduating class, the oldest students in the school — we could wear casual formalwear for our yearbook photos, in lieu of the everyday uniforms. So that morning, I chose a purple dress that I’d worn a few months ago for a friend’s Bar Mitzvah.
The lights were off in our first-period science class as we worked on some activity about genetics. Suddenly, my homeroom teacher walked into the room and, without a word to our science teacher, turned on the TV. The first tower was on fire. News commentators weren’t sure whether a plane really had flown right into the building. We didn’t know what was happening, but we knew it was important.
Then we had our photos taken. We returned to our second-period English class just in time to watch the second plane hit.
In the days and weeks to come, my world expanded. By Sept. 10, 2001, I’d already known for three years that I wanted to be a journalist, but I’d never known much more than that. After Sept. 11, I began watching more news broadcasts, reading more news magazines, poring over the sections of the newspaper that weren’t the comics, consuming online news. The world became a bigger place, much more complex than I’d previously imagined. I started questioning whether I really wanted to be a journalist, whether I had the fortitude to produce stories in any situation, whether I could even comprehend the world enough to be able to do the job.
Looking back, it seems silly that a 13-year-old girl would be so sheltered and scared and uncertain, especially since her life was never in immediate danger of harm or upheaval. But that’s what happened after Sept. 11.
I taped an American flag on my bedroom window.
Our yearbook photos had to be retaken. We never saw the proofs from that original session. I was mid-blink in my photo from the second session.
One Sunday that October, I was reading a book in bed when my mother came in to tell me we invaded Afghanistan.
I asked one of my best friends at school if she was of Iranian or Iraqi descent. (As if it mattered.)
My rabbi’s sermons gradually became more political. I started questioning what he was saying, then began tuning him out, then stopped going to that synagogue three years later.
Today, the world continues to grow, from my perspective, yet shrink. Everything became confusing, messy, incomprehensible, on Sept. 11, 2001. Now, 10 years after I suddenly doubted myself and everything that was happening around me, I’ve made it. I’m a journalist. I’ve gradually grown to understand and to put pieces together, but the world will never make complete sense to me.
But that’s okay. I think, in this post-9/11 age, that’s the norm. For decades, a common question was, “Where were you when JFK died?” Now, it’s “Where were you when 9/11 happened?”
I was wearing a purple dress, in my eighth grade science class, and completely oblivious to the world outside.
Shot Penn State football yesterday.
It’s been a while since I seriously shot a college football game, and Penn State presented a few challenges. One challenge was the crowded sidelines, although fortunately the field officials were aggressive about keeping the privileged spectators behind the photographers and standing up for those of us who were working the game.
Another challenge was… it’s been a while since I seriously shot a college football game.
I know I can shoot better than this, and I will. But I think I’m already doing better than I was doing mid-season in 2009 — so that’s good at least, right?
Most Friday nights this season, I’ll be shooting video on the sidelines of two different games for two different highlights reels. Last night, though, I was shooting stills.
Trying to catch up with my blogging. Shot high school girls tennis last week. I’ve always laughed at people who managed to bring down their shutter speed enough to get motion blur in sunlight… but now I’ve done it. And I’m kinda okay with it, because I like the photo.
I haven’t blogged in a week (I think?). It’s been kinda busy around these here parts. Today was the first day in I-don’t-know-how-many that rain hasn’t fallen steadily, but that didn’t mean we were any less busy.
Yesterday was my day off, but my editor called me in. Before going to the office to pick up a videocamera, I stopped by York College.
Armed with a videocamera, I then made my way to Seven Valleys and Glen Rock — not an easy task, due to road closures — to record footage for two videos that I produced that night.
Then, today, my editor told me, “Yesterday, it was about the water. Today, it’s about the faces.”
So a reporter and I went to two boroughs along the Susquehanna River, which is expected to crest overnight on Friday and which is prompting people who live along the river to evacuate.
One man’s summer house along the river was swamped, but he and his friends stripped the carpeting and relocated the more valuable items in the house. Then he decided to have fun while he still could.
Tomorrow night, high schools all over York County will be kicking off their first games of the 2011 football season.
Today, the paper’s football preview tab was distributed. Splashed on the cover is a sportrait — my first.
When I first showed this particular take to my editors, Brad’s response was something along the lines of, “He shouldn’t be throwing footballs in the school lobby. That’s dangerous.”
All facetiousness aside, taking the sportraits indoors was my only workable option at the time. Red Lion’s stadium was closed and a mess because they were getting their turf replaced. The sun was still shining too brightly at 4:30 p.m. for me to use any lights, and the team’s practice field was spotted with large patches of dirt and teemed with the defensive players as they practiced that day.
So we took the sportraits indoors. The photo used for the cover was a three-strobe setup, not including my on-camera 580EXII, which I used to fire off three slaved Nikon flashes. Two strobes were bounced off umbrellas onto Klinefelter, with the third on a tripod on the stair landing above him.
Here’s another option I shot:
The locker room shoot was a challenge. I had to turn off the overhead lights so they wouldn’t interfere with the lighting. But because I was using strobes-only, I didn’t have a modeling light — which meant we were working in complete darkness. I told Klinefelter that, when the red focus-assist beam on my on-camera flash lit up, he should look directly below that light. As for myself, I had to guess at where he was in the dark and rely absolutely on that focus-assist beam and my camera’s center-point focus to get Klinefelter’s face in focus.
Fortunately, Klinefelter was patient and accommodating as I adjusted the strobes and stumbled around in the dark. The final photo is a tad underexposed — but I’d rather have it a little darker than have the metal locker doors and fixtures blown out. It was a two-strobe setup, with one strobe right behind me and another to Klinefelter’s left. Looking back now, I wish I’d tried putting the third strobe behind Klinefelter as an accent light.
Next season, right?