Tuesday Viewsday II
It’s so crazy to think that January is flying by and in central Illinois, we haven’t yet seen a snowfall that lasted more than a few hours. I’ve heard of an Indian Summer, but this is a bit ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t enjoy snow and cold, but to not have any is a bit disappointing to the kid in me.
As for me, I’ve been busy with my new house. The remodeling is coming along nicely and it’s been a lot of fun figuring out how things work in a house. So far, I’ve been a plumber, electrician, carpenter, flooring specialist, painter, and more! Just like photography, there are a number of challenges and obstacles to analyze and solve when you own a house and that really appeals to me.
Anyway, you didn’t stop by to hear me ramble. On with the photo stories…
I’m continuing this week with some of my older images from the archives. It’s a lot of fun looking back through Flickr to see when and where I was shooting images only four or five years ago.
I shot this image, entitled “Justice,” during my first real experience with a dSLR camera. During my junior year of college, I had to take a class in photojournalism as part of my major. Until that class, a camera was just something to snap photos of places I had been and people I knew; there was no true rhyme or reason to the imagery.
During the semester, the professor, Fred Zwicky, who was the photo editor for the Peoria Journal Star, taught us not only how to use a digital camera and the basics behind photography, but more importantly, how to interact and capture real moments in life featuring real people. Every image we turned in had to feature a “human” element as the subject. I learned very quickly how to approach a stranger, ask permission to take a photo, and move on without intruding on the scene or the moment.
“Justice” was one of my favorite images from a photo essay I did centering on Peoria County Sheriff, Mike McCoy. I had known Mike through my role as graphic designer at the St. Jude Midwest Affiliate and he was more than happy to help out when I asked if I could follow him around at various events and meetings he attended throughout the week. While the essay was a brief glimpse of the man, I loved coordinating a schedule and “chasing” the story.
I used this shot of the door to Mike’s office as the “opening” shot of the essay. I love the colors here. The red of the brick and the blue of the sky reflected in the glass is a great warm/cool juxtaposition and ties everything in with the reflection of the American flag in the glass as well. While there was no person in this frame, Fred and I both agreed that there was a very human element to Mike’s name and the “silent” story of the doorway that both Mike and the criminals he detained passed through every day.