The Reason

Karl: The reason for going to the Boston Marathon. Thanks for the excuse Karl. The race was the culmination of four years of marathon training for him. He crossed the finished line in 03:07:04. I was glad to be there to witness it.

Photographing the Photogs

The first thing I do when I'm at any event is find the photographer. I even look for them on TV whenever a play goes near the sideline. It's become habit to spot my compatriots. At the Boston Marathon, I found myself not next to the press, but next to a woman with a D700 waiting for her sister to finish the race. As Karl, my roommate, was ahead of her, I took a spot on the rail and then helped her take my spot after Karl passed by (not an easy feat). We had a good time even in the stifling crowd.

Also, I noticed a few interesting things from the Boston Marathon. From left to right, girl in Patagonia chimping off her Canon, gentleman in green hat shooting with an iFlip attached to his hotshoe, guy in black fleece rocking a Canon lens on a Nikon. The important thing is that they are all keeping in real Boston style. For all you runners out there, Ryan Hall was just a few hundred meters behind the press truck.

Process

Here are a few more frames from my refugee project. The story is developing.

Never Say Die

Yes, people still roller skate. I was under the impression that it was a dead sport. I was wrong.

What have I been up to?

I've been working on a video about a cyclist. Editing begins soon, but here are a couple stills from the Michigan and Michigan State collegiate cycling races. Watching the races made me want to dust off my own jersey and get into the action. Last year, I made running my sport. Maybe this year, I'll pick up cycling again.
























Left, a category C Michigan cyclist attacks on the hill attempting to break away from the peloton (main pack of riders) on his home course in Ann Arbor. Below, Category D racers draft off each other approaching the finish line of the Michigan State road race.

Gambian Refugee Journalist

These are some of the first images from a story I've been working on the past few weeks. There is much more to this story than what is in the photos right now. I hope to fill in the gaps these next several weeks. Let me know what you think.

Gambian refugee Musa Saidykhan fled his country after being arrested, tortured, and repeatedly followed by the government for his journalism. Now in his third month in the United States, he is working hard to provide for his family and begin a new life.

It's Hip to be a Square

Today while re-editing a photo story from JRN-422 I saw that a couple of these photos only worked as squares. I usually strive to keep the 2x3 ratio, but I got on square kick today. These outtakes have gotten new life inside a square crop.

The Cost

What are you willing to give up for your ideals? Musa Saidykhan is a Gambian journalist living in Grand Rapids. He was forced to flee his country after years of harassment and finally imprissionment from a government that didn't look kindly on his style of journalism.

Musa has been gracious enough to allow me to tell his story of starting anew in America through photos. This entry could be entitled, "1600 and a prayer" because that's what it was like shooting in the apartment. I saw this moment about to happen and I fired off a few frames. This was the clearest, but it's still pretty dark. Friday it's off to the Islamic Center where Musa prays.

MPPA

The first morning at the Michigan Press Photographer's Association seminar I woke up to this. Dan was kind enough to throw open the curtains to let the morning rays blind me. No luck sleeping in with Dan around. Soon after, we set off looking for the continental breakfast. After some initial confusion involving an elevator trip to the 5th floor, we discovered that none existed. No luck there. But after coffee and egg sandwichs at Tim Horton's we were ready for the judging.

It was inspiring to see some of the great photojournalism being done around the state. You can see all the winning images here. I was pleased to see Central Michigan well represented. There are some great people here. Hopefully, in these coming years we will continue to see a culture of photojournalism being built. I want to be a part of it.

**Side Note** Funniest moment of the weekend: watching a bridesmaid do a header into the pool, dress and all.

Roadside Shootout

On the way back north from the annual Michigan Press Photographers Association seminar Dan, Libby and Victoria and I stopped along highway 127 at some old abandoned buildings we scoped out earlier. There were a bunch of interesting artifacts, and we spent about forty or so minutes there until our fingers were too cold to fire off any more frames. You can see more from this shoot on Dan's blog.