So, here’s my peace - I’ve never done a 100% purely photojournalistic project. Trailing the Monarchs for a day was new territory to some degree. In many ways, it wasn’t different than wedding photography or any event photography, but in many ways it was because I had never walked the day before. In any case, I discovered, with vivid clarity, that I could never be a true, paid, in the trenches photojournalist and this is why: during the game one of the players, Rebekkah Brunson, took what looked like a really hard hit to the head. She slid into the bottom of the basketball net at full force and for a moment just laid on the ground. I watched as team members DeMya and others rushed over to check on her and I knew I should be photographing it. Even though this all happened quickly I remember this like a movie moment where everything freezes and time hangs suspended - I raised my camera and paused - I couldn’t take the picture. I lowered my camera. I raised it again. I think I did this maybe four times. And didn’t take one image. I just couldn’t do it. I’m not a hundred percent sure why I couldn’t just take the picture but, in that moment, with the very real possibility that she was badly hurt, it felt almost disrespectful and a bit tabloid.
I thought about this a lot after - I wondered how photojournalists, especially those working in war zones or covering tragic events - how they are able to do it. I don’t think I could differentiate myself enough from the people involved to watch tragedy unfold and stand back. My heart would be too involved - in the humanity factor, whether I knew the people involved or not, for whatever reason, cause or effect. And yet, photojournalists who do this provide rich history words can not and emotional impact that no adjective could ever attempt to inspire (in my opinion anyway). Campaigns can be waged, minds can be changed, history can be altered by one powerful image that provokes people to action, to change. What an amazing talent and powerful gift to give the world.
So, I guess this is what I’m trying to say: I had never really thought about all of that before. And even though one little basketball court in one little town in one little sunny state far from the trenches that splash across our newspapers hardly qualifies as a comparision - it did make me, in some small way, grasp what a true photojournalist must grapple with. And it’s nice to know that I’m where I belong, doing what I should be doing.
Okay, enough of that! On to fun stuff…some favs from the rest of the day (after practice) - if you’re completely lost, see previous post!
arriving for the game…




warm up





pre-game coaching


pre-game huddle













chillin like a villian
after the game…

the day isn’t over…off to sign autographs



