Thursday, August 30, 2007

By the way

I also shot kids and puppies today, too.

MIA Culpa

I need to work on my aim, apparently. A shot from the island, of some guy detecting metal on the beach. Its like every other metal-detector-guy photo I've shot, except it's on the beach, making it 87% more awesome. At right is the photo I did turn in. I don't like it as much because the guy is dead centered and has an awkward look on his face. Doesn't matter anyway. The photo won't get used because I got pwned by another photographer who shot a much better piece of beach weather art. My fault. I'll get it next time.

It's been a while since I blogged some tunes, I've noticed. Can't have that. All that ACL music isn't going to listen to itself.

I finally got my hands on the new M.I.A. CD the other day, and it is insane. The London-born rapper/singer is on the lineup for the ACL music festival next month, and I am super excited. Her songs have chaotic and pounding beats that overwhelmed me at first. But the second song on the CD, "Bird flu," quickly blew me away. Yes, that does sound like a squawking chicken. So fantastic.

Bird Flu.mp3 by M.I.A.
Jimmy.mp3 by M.I.A.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007


at Whataburger Field. They are waiting for baseball player autographs. I'm waiting for the game to start. And so our worlds collide.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Eye Witness

You're going to have to bear with me. I will probably be posting a lot of silhouetted people/palm trees in front of the bay/beach in the coming weeks. At least until it gets old to me.Today I was really surprised. I fully expected to get horribly boring photos from the Jehovah's Witness convention I had to shoot today. Just a pit stop on my way to the cool Anime Convention down the street, I thought. I ended up liking these much more than what I got from the Anime-niacs.

I was expecting the full praise and worship, Southern Baptist kind of scene. But everyone was quite solemn. The only emotion I got came from a few of the Baptism candidates who teared up during a prayer before their dip in the pool. It was also all in Spanish, so sadly I was kind of lost. Also sad, I think I need to practice pronouncing my name correctly. Not "Zu-more-a," but "Sza-mod-a."

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

On The Bayfront

Today was my first day on the new job, and I have yet to get an assignment. So after my dinner break I trotted on down to the Corpus Christi Bayfront for a quick look. I realize this is probably the equivalent of shooting photos at Murphy Park (if you are unfamiliar, Murphy Park in Springdale, Ark., is the big popular city park where photographers trade in tiny pieces of their souls for quick feature art). I figured I'd get it out of my system before the real shooting begins, hopefully tomorrow.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Moving On

Well, yesterday was my last day at The Morning News. I will now spend the next day and a half furiously packing and begin my trip from Fayetteville, Ark., down to my new job at the Caller-Times in Corpus Christi. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll have some hurricane photos to blog when I get down there.

For now, here are the last two assignments I shot on my last day of work. Above and left are photos from move-in day at the University of Arkansas.

These two are from the first day of class at a new private Catholic school. Since it was the first day teachers hadn't sent out media releases to parents. So other than the principal's kid and a few she knew about, the majority of the kids couldn't be identified.

I am looking forward to my new job, but I will definitely miss many of the people I have worked with over the last four years. Your friendship and inspiring work has been greatly appreciated. I wish you all the best.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Demolition Man I Think...

You find interesting people at the demolition derby. Throughout the night I kept getting that song from "Team America: World Police" stuck in my head, especially hanging around this 9/11 inspired car.

"America, F**k Yeah!"

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Dairy Farmer

A couple of photos from out on the farm this morning. I was slightly enamored with this little kid. He was so into the whole dairy farming thing and had the funniest little southern accent. He lives on the family's dairy farm, and unlike his older brother, he's already decided he wants to take over the family business. He's 11 years old and he's already decided what he wants to do for the rest of his life.

The morning had an uneasy ending though. When the mom on the farm asked me when the story was running, I checked my assignment and read the date: August 19. That also happens to be the day I will leave Fayetteville, maybe forever. For those you don't know, I have taken a job at the Caller-Times in Corpus Christi, Texas. Sure I'm excited, but I'm also nervous. Leaving the place that has become my home over the last four years was a tough decision, which I really haven't had time to think about in the last few weeks.

But today it hit me. Everything is about to change.

Cue the sweeping music with melancholic undertones...

Drifters.mp3 by Patrick Watson
Luscious Life.mp3 by Patrick Watson

(FYI: I had a mini-obsession with Patrick Watson for a few weeks. Then I actually bought the album and I realized I wasn't so crazy about Patrick Watson. The indie Canadian crooner's CD came out last September up north, but has yet to be released in the U.S. It's got several good songs, I suppose. If I listen to the whole CD, though, the feelings of forlornness make me want to shoot myself in the face.)

Friday, August 03, 2007


It was a hot time in the old town of Prairie Grove last night. The illegal bingo parlour just went legit this week, now that the state of Arkansas has kindly agreed to let "charitable gambling" fly. As long as the state gets it cut, of course. So a reporter and I trotted a few towns over to see what these places were all about. I kind of expected a bunch of bitter bingo bitties, but everyone was super nice and just loved playing. Only one woman wouldn't let me photograph her, joking that a good Southern Baptist like her shouldn't be seen in a place like this. "It's still illegal for me," she said.

Dobbing awaySo close to bingoNot close enough

Trying to get lucky

(tee hee)

Elvis lives