Subtlety.

Subtlety, it's something that I find difficult sometimes as a person. There are times when I need to convey something to another individual without coming out and saying it. It's also something that I've been working on in my walk with a camera. Here are a couple of pictures from the last few days.

Also, I'm thinking, or at least hoping, I might have a black eye in the works. I hit myself square in the face with a Canon Mark II today, right in the eye socket. I'm hoping to convince my boss on Monday I started a crazy bar brawl. He'll know right away that I'm kidding, in fact, he will probably read this before he comes into work. Just play along Don if you do read this.

Keep your fingers crossed for a gnarly color... more to come.

What's this? Daylight?

The time has changed, the seasons are beginning to, and I'm covering some news. People are animals it would seem. Spring is here so everyone is starting to come out of their winter slumber and bask in the sunshine, which means, I get to too. Dimly lit high school gyms will be back next year but for now, I'll take my sports outside please. Here's a look at what's going on around our fair town in Southern New Hampshire. Currently the Nashua Teacher's Union is looking to strike starting on Monday if a contract agreement isn't come to before then. Of course Good Friday was this past Friday so here are a few from a stages of the cross reinactment.

Enjoy the pictures. Time to go try to ignore my neighbor's child that is screaming bloody murder and the Spanish yelling/profanity coming from the other side of the wall.

All my best,

G

Around the Hood...yeah

What is a photographic style? I was having a similar conversation with my good friend Noah Rab last night and it made me start thinking about the many techniques that I don't use. The camera is only as good as the person using it. It doesn't make things cool automatically...unfortunate, I know. I forget about the cool factor that depth of field plays into a photograph as well as the shutter speed. I become entrenched in what I do at work and how things are supposed to look in a newspaper many times I forget to break the rules. So, this afternoon, after some egging on by John Clayton, I put on my coat and ventured out into the rain. Here are a few from the 96 I shot in a matter of several hours.

While I'm At It..

Set the camera down for a second. Because I know my "audience", this isn't a ridiculous request. What I'm about to say may sound preachy. You may not want to hear it but, it needs to be asked. When were you last a human first?

It's terribly easy to get caught up in being a journalist and believing that can be your sole contribution to the world. I have sad news friends, it's not good enough. How many people have actually ever made a difference in the world with a camera? Sure, a single frame has changed the course of the world for good before (a man by the name of Eddie Adams comes to mind), but how often does it regularly occur? With technology being the way it is, and consumers having the same tools we as professionals have, the distinct advantage we once had is diminishing. Should you quit striving to obtain that next image that changes the world? Not at all. Do you want to make sure that in some manner you make a difference in at least one person's life? There's an easy way to ensure that this has the best possible chance at happening. BE A HUMAN FIRST! Feel the feelings you encounter everyday. Live the lives that your subjects live. Love the way man was meant to love...passionately.

I realize that I'm not the most eloquent person in the world. Heck, sometimes I even have a hard time getting my point across to people in everyday conversation. I have realized though that there are two things that translate perfectly to any language. The first, of course, is music...you know, the kind without words in it. The next and, until recently, the less obvious of the two, is emotion. People around the world feel the same feelings we do. By we I mean Americans. Many would argue that some people, depending on their geographic location of course, feel pain or joy to a larger degree than we do.

So where do these feelings come from? Could be the fact that I've been living alone for the first time in my life. Could be the forced seclusion due to weather. It could be the fact that I have recently uncovered an intense desire to make a difference. To work to make a change and working tirelessly toward such a goal is a tremendous thing and I encourage each of you to pursue a like goal.

How about some more inspiration.
David Leeson - The Creative Alchemist

Hot Dogs Huh? Welp, See Ya Later!

What happens when an overly-confident young man has a tin full of hot dogs in front of him and ten minutes to eat as many as he can? Well, this video might give some insight to the aforementioned question.

*Not for the weak of stomach.

These Past Two Weeks

Hey everyone, lots of sports and town hall voting this week. I'd like to know why as soon as I get comfortable with my sports lighting set up, the sport ends. It looks like I'll be trying out suplemental lighting with new sports soon. Maybe baseball, who knows.

The fella setting up the voting booths has been doing so for 20 years now. And the rest of the pictures are from victories and defeats at the State Championship level.



Cheers,


G

So I've been heavy handed at times...

There have many times in my life that I have been incredibly committed to something and then, all of a sudden, I loose interest. I'm not saying that I've lost interest in anything in particular but, I've been busy...busy not updating my blog. So here are some things I've been working on slowly but surely. I'm pretty sure that I remember some great mind saying that it's better to work slowly on something great than quickly on something mediocre. Maybe I just made that up. Feel free to copy and paste that quote anywhere you please. I only ask that you give me fair credit.

All my best,

G













Here's a multimedia piece I did about a group of vets and civilians that gather to see off and welcome back troops from war. They've not missed one plane arriving or leaving since the Spring of 2005, over 120 visits. They gather in a small airport terminal in an airport no one but locals has ever heard of, Pease Airport in Portsmouth, NH. For more info on this awesome organization visit their website. http://www.peasegreeters.org/