Friday, May 23, 2008

A Cosbyesque Image


Mustang Madness - Mitchell Road Elementary - September 2007

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Barak Obama Visits Clemson University


Barak Obama Visits Clemson University - January, 26 2008

I realize that some viewers are expecting face shots of Obama. I have some but they aren't nearly as pretty as this shot taken from outside of the main library on Clemson's Campus. For those of you who want some additional photos of Barak's Visit to Clemson, here are a few others that I shot on that same day:
Holding a Clemson University T-Shirt | Tight Shot Speaking to the Crowd | Change We Can Believe In

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Forced To Look In Strange Places

Journalism, Video Journalism, Video Editing, Video Production, Emmy, Award, Winning, Top 10, Best, World Famous, Videography, Cinema, Betacam, Avid, Final Cut Pro, FCP, Non-linear editing, Chris Gulfman, WYFF-TVIt's a day that's vague in my memory but one I'll never forget; vague enough that I couldn't remember exactly where I was standing until I saw the purple beacon.

My face became flush and I wanted leave.

But I couldn't. Besides, the windows were down and Jerry was singing loudly.

Look for a while at the china cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono,
Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind.

It's a morbid thought if you really think about it. On the anniversary of a death that continues to cause more sadness than is necessary, and certainly more than he would want, I stood speaking to a piece of marble with gilded lettering. Below that stone lies the shell of a man who I consider a brother.

The small corvette and the golden fighter jet caused a visceral reaction as I thought about the accent and diction of my friend as he sat playing in his youth. When his friends called to play, did he invite them to come over with an offer of about n-n-n-n-nine marbles and a new pack of Oreos? I truly wonder if he knew back then that college was expensive and fatty foods were bad for you?

I think about Chris frequently. I think about the purpose of his death, or maybe I should say the purpose of his life. It's really the same, isn't it? And I wonder if he knows the profound affect that his death had on my life. Once in a while you can get shown the light in the strangest places if you look at it right.

More information about Chris Gulfman can be found here and here and here

My personal tribute to the Gman can be found at WhimsWeb. (link is now working again)

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Friday, May 2, 2008

The Sax Man Cometh



I shot this story around the same time I shot the Cootie Stark story. The Sax Man Cometh was part of a local musician series that I dreamed up in my head simply because I wanted to go shoot the Cootie Stark story, and I needed a reason.

My reporter, Kimber Lohman (now Suiters), found Todd living in an assisted living facility around Greenvegas. I wasn't thrilled about the shoot because I hate assisted living facilities. I know, I know, it almost seems like blasphemy to speak of an ALF in such a way. But hey, I’m big and I sweat a lot. It's always so damn hot in those places.

The ALF manager had set up a concert of sorts. Hearing that the Sorts were going to be in concert thrilled me to know end. You know the sorts, don’t you?

What I hear coming my way as my next assignment is an old man playing sax for a bunch of old people in a hot box the likes of which haven’t been seen since Nam. Sounds like an Emmy winner to me! (Big thumbs up)

What I actually got was an old man playing sax for a bunch of old people in a hot box the likes of which haven’t been seen since Nam. However, the story that we found and some of the images that were captured dripped with the realities of a long and experienced life.