Category: Good Work

Any chance I get to quote two of my favorite songwriters means it’s probably going to be a good day. So, let’s start with Slaid Cleaves: Brokedown, cracked and shattered Left in Pieces like it never even mattered There’s no turnin’ round It’s Brokedown And from the late, great Warren Zevon: I was speeding south on ninety-nine when the manifold...

The Denver Post puts together an excellent collection of images each week from around the world. I was slipping through the November 19 edition (yeah, I am behind) and when I got to image 16 (men praying in New Delhi I just stopped … man, is that gorgeous. Then I scrolled down some more to image 19 and … well...

On every assignment I tell my shooters to always get a head shot. I told my staff, I tell my students–get a mug shot, put it in the archive, even if it’s someone you think will never be newsworthy. You just don’t know. But sometimes you need something more than a headshot but access is limited and that’s all you...

There are certain times of year that, I’ll be honest, I dreaded as a working photojournalist. While at the (now renamed) Middlesex News in Massachusetts, we covered something like 33 high schools. Which meant a lot of variety for Friday night football (cold or dark or cold and dark) and high school basketball. It also meant we covered 33 high...

On Thursday we watch the semester long “documentary” projects in my Advanced Photojournalism course. It was, by design, the most loosely defined project I gave them–shoot something, every week, post images online, make an audio slideshow at the end to turn in. Some did quasi-traditional projects, some went really creative, some scrambled at the last minute. But every one of...