Engelage Meet Pasquale's fist

This is from a few months ago when I was in Saginaw on assignment. Sadly the lights decided not work for myself or the team's photographer, but such is life.

Hidden Pain

This is what happens when the writing, art and design make love.

I owe Dan Monson for being such an amazing writer and writing his lead around my photographs. This is what are paper should look like everyday.

Perfection

The life of a photo editor is never boring, but I miss shooting. I miss the nerves, I miss the excitement, I miss it all. I need it badly. I'm striving to be the best and working on a real story.

However I find myself in a different calling right now. Everyday I wake-up head to budget and fight for space. I fight to keep a photo standard. Everyone thinks they can do my job. Everyone thinks they can make a photo. They don't understand, and sometimes I want to say fuck it because who/what am I fighting for? And then I realized I'm supposed to be doing this. I owe it to those Alex Stawinski's, Jill Woodbeck's, John Remus', and Merissa Ferguson's who created a standard, a name, an expectation, a legacy. If I don't stop this now their won't be the next Jessica Scott, or the next Dan Stewart.

If only my staff new what I have sacrificed for them and how much I care. That's why I'm an ass about deadlines and cutlines. I want them to be the highlight of the paper, I want them to be the next legend, the next CPOY winner. I want perfection and if that means being steam rolled by the other editors I'll gladly do it again.

History

Where to start? D.C. was amazing and overwhelming all at once. So many people, so many stories. Where do you start and end with something like this? I can't and I won't even begin to try and explain what it was like to you. It was simply...

History.

A grandmothers birthday

There is so much compassion in sincerity in this photo that it speaks for itself. A little part of me misses the daily in and outs of Saginaw. I miss the sound of Bernie's cowboy boots tromping across the floor to yell at me. I miss seeing my photographs in print, but most importantly I miss shooting.

Summer in the Winter

And like the birds we flocked the beach to embrace the sun and crashing waves. The wind wiped granites of sand in our face but we battled the sand and frigid cold. It made a nice present later in the day when I reached into my pocket to discover what I was looking for had been replaced with sand. It didn't matter though, I was just happy to see the sun.

It had been months since I seen it glow like this. Irony at its finest moment. I was happy to be done with my internship, glad to be around people I love again, and ready to make all this work. A pleasant reminder about life and its funny way of letting up just before you break.

Motor City Bowl

The link below is too a photo gallery by Jessica Scott and myself from the MCB. Please enjoy and I promise their will be new update soon.

CM Life