Daniel Reichart gave two other DTHers and I a tour of the planetarium and a demonstration of UNC's involvement in a series of telescopes are changing the way people can accessdata from space.
I'm supposed to create a multimedia piece from my footage, but we'll see how well that goes. Not much happened. The most interesting part of the tour took place on a screen, which is not very interesting to a video camera. I know I have to get an interview piece because the tour narration alone will not thread the story together. Unfortuantely, that cannot happen until Wednesday.
I like these two photos, though, and this experience would have been better documented by photos alone, as can be seen in the accompanying photographer's resulting photos. How this turns out will be up in the air.
Kavita and I had not talked in about a month and a half, so we decided to finally catch each other about our summer lives over some drinks. In the meantime, she became the start of what I hope to continue forever: a photo diary. As simple as it may seem, the more you shoot, the better you are. I know my work is good but I just the experience to make it better and to find the Ryan Jones style the world of photojournalism just can't live without.
In the process, I hope to do portraits of people that mean the world to me. Most of my friends will disperse in the coming months due to graduating, and I want to have great images to honor their pressences in my life. I love them all dearly and hope the images do them all justice.
Photographing senior portraits isn't as easy as I thought. Alena, my friend and first paying customer, wanted my style of photography, which isn't typically difficult to provide, but she also wanted the standard graduation photos that everyone loves with it. Add a time crunch and you got an overwhelmed Ryan.
I really want to learn how to meet my style with customer's demands. Since most photographers have to be freelancers now, it will be territory I have to cross for most of working life. In this case, I think I did it moderately well. You get the mixture of the stereotypical landscapes for UNC grad photos, but all the emotions are true, and I feel each has a twist. I also placed Alena in swings and on a sloping hill for a variety of scenery one typically doesn't find. They were my favorites, especially the one with the gazebo background. Unfortunately, at the same time, I feel they could be quite typical still.
I just cannot seem to escape The Best of the Triangle assignment. Day after day following the completion of those 28 assignments and editing the massive amounts of photos that resulted, I waited to hear from my bosses of what they needed me to do next.
Nothing came. The photo requirements were light for each week. Finally, something broke: I needed to cover the Best of the Triangle Party celebrating the winners I photographed and the many more included in the paper.
From what I read, several vendors would attend and give out samples of their food, and the masses would flood in to wine, dine and enjoy music. My boss told me to just enjoy myself and snap photographs of people doing the same. Enjoying myself certainly sounded like fun, along with the abundance of free food.
It did pan out that way at the start. I ate ice cream, I photographed. I ate tacos, I photographed. I tried to figure out how people enjoy sound installations, I photographed.
The whole process soon became redundant, and I turned to the stairwells and to the outdoor concert for entertainment and photo fodder. While it gave me the varying the shots I needed for the assignment, the shifting temperature changes soon made me feel ill.
I asked my boss if leaving half an hour early would be OK, to which he said didn't mind. There was little point in forcing myself to photograph while sick because the results never turn out well. In fact, I'm mildly OK with my photos in the viewer (the others, as the footer says, are my boss's work). I did not record caption info for all of them, which makes me an awful photoJOURNALIST, and I only found few compositions I enjoyed.
In the end, though, I went home to rest and enjoy an evening of evenly air-conditioned rooms and talking with my friends online. It's just what the doctor ordered.
At the hour of 4:15 am, I write this, wishing I could fall asleep. However, a late night dosage of Dr. Pepper has sought to make this dream of dreaming impossible. Having a lot on the mind doesn't help, either.
It looks as if I will not have another video for the Daily Tar Heel this week. All these great ideas I discover or attempt to create myself are all at the maybe stage, where they could happen, where the interest is there but the production isn't.
Two student poverty oriented stories have not left the drawing board. As for the idea that fell into my lap, it could never happen, it seems. The person that learned to read at 72 is currently in the hospital, and we have to see what occurs with his release and general health. He could be too weak to continue his promotional tour for the facility that educated him, or it may take him a good while to reach the point where he could do it again, lessening my chances of the DTH funding it (the editor completely supports this idea). It's all a waiting game.
However, I have great company to occupy me in the meantime. My good friend and UNC graduate is spending a great deal of her break from grad school with me to catch up and to have me do her senior portraits. Those will soon appear here along with photographs I plan to do for another friend that has graced his head with a faux hawk and wants to show it off to the world.
Photographing for fun is something I do not find myself doing often, and I always tell myself this should change. The more you shoot, the better you shoot. It is a simple fact that eludes me often, as well. And what better way is there to shoot than when the pressure to perform ceases and the laughter begins? I never want photography to become something I dread because all the joy vacated it, leaving only a job. As of now, I could care less if I died on a photo shoot. I would at least end my life doing exactly what I enjoy. Having that escape me, would leave me completely numb, otherwise.
I awoke to find a delightful message from my good friend and former documentary coach this morning, detailing a project request she could not fulfill but one she hoped I could cover:
"I have a mini-documentary that I've been thinking about for awhile that I wanted to see if you're available and interested in doing? I am the Director of a nonprofit community based literacy council that works with illiterate adults. We have a gentleman that learned to read with us when he was 72 yrs old. He is now 76. He is our Ambassador, and does speaking engagements, telling his remarkable story, but I really would like to have it archived and captured on film. I thought you might be interested in the project, or might recommend someone who would? We aren't able to pay, but I think Perrin (the student) would be open to the piece being used for grad work, submissions for competition, etc. with the ultimate objective obviously being advocacy and outreach."
Personally, I think it's fascinating. Only financial issues stand in the way of me completing this, which I hope to overcome with some help from the Daily Tar Heel. Dunn sits an hour away from Chapel Hill, and I do not have the gas money to make that trek the several times it would take to make this a great story. I have to attend his speaking engagements, as well, and there is no telling where he will all travel in this time.
I'm crossing my fingers that the DTH will help with gas compensation. Their multimedia work thus far has been mainly limited to event coverage, which had its place in the field, but the true power of it all comes to play when you can tell personal stories of people like you and me.
This will be updated as soon as I hear the news of this project's fate. Even if I don't receive funding, I hope to somehow still do it.
