Rosebush apple orchard

Sometimes you arrive 30 minutes early and they are running 40 minutes late.

Sometimes there is a lack of emotion.

Sometimes you get yelled at for taking photos of people wiping themselves free of apple pure.

Sometimes you label your photos in the order they should run.

Sometimes the designer chooses other wise.

Sometimes is a good way to characterize the life a photojournalist.

Sometimes good, sometimes bad.

Never, ever the same.

15 minutes of practice

Sometimes you have an a couple hours for an assignment. Other times, 15 minutes. The pressure to make images in a limited time frame is sometimes what makes the job so much fun.

Isabella County Fair

We did a feature on rides at the fair. I knew immediately I wanted to do some long exposure(something I've never seen in our paper). I arrive just before dusk and as I set up, the lights go out and the rides suddenly stop. An hour and a half later and a fixed generator I made this.

Sometimes all you can do is wait.

Winners and Losers

As one team celebrates, another morns.

Winners and losers.

Athletes compete for the emotional high that follows the buzzer.

They play to win. No one wants to lose. And certainly no one wants to feels the crash course of emotions that come with it.

When your winning you're immortal and nothing matters except winning.

When your losing the whole world is pinned against you and nothing matters except not losing.

It's about winners and losers; otherwise, why keep score?

Readers claimed the crying photo was incentive.

Fans hate losing and love winning almost as much as the athletes themselves.

As the final seconds run off the clock one team basked in glory, the other stood in the shadow.

One the winner, the other the loser.

They celebrate, because this is what they spent an entire season working toward.

They cry because this isn't how it's supposed to end.

It's hard to watch the array of emotions. It's probably even harder as parent.

The truth is it happens. It's why they play the game.

Winners and losers.

Victory

Fulton cheerleader Bailey Steiss, senior, celebrates after junior Brandon Trefil knocks down a three-point shot during Friday's win against Pewamo-Westphalia, 81-50.

Defeat

CMU senior Antonio Weary leans against the wall outside of the men's locker room after Saturday's loss to Western during the final regular season home game of the year. Weary scored 6 points and played 21 minutes.

The Maple Building

The Maple Building, the old elementary school in Shepherd, Mich., was being torn down.

When I arrived on scene I took my typical construction photos and I knew if I waited long enough somebody would pass to stop and look at what was going on.

It was cold, but I was dressed warm and I was set on coming back to the office with something different.

I remembered a similar conversation when I was in college and a fellow photograph had to photograph an apartment which had been vandalized with spray painted swastikas.

He came back with a generic photo of stair case and spray painted swastikas. Brett Marshall's reaction was, "Where is the little girl jump roping."

I posted early about waiting. Persistence and patients always pay off.

It's not perfect, but it feel victorious.

All three photos took an hour of waiting and happened within about five minutes of each other.

Finding the drive and making the fight

I can't believe I'm already a month into the new year.

I seem to be fighting all kinds of battles.

My days run together working the night shift. At times it can be a daunting task to find the motivation to wake, rinse, drag yourself to work for three or four hours of sun light, enter a dark gym, leave to a dark parking lot, edit, caption, tone, then to leave work knowing not only is it dark, but also freezing cold.

This all leads me to my next topic. I shoot basketball everyday and sometimes I cover two games. A college photographer asked why I was leaving a Central Michigan University game early and it got me thinking about how drastically different my life is from a year ago.

Being at a college newspaper you print three times a week and you maybe shoot three or four assignments a week. You have a rough web deadline and you pretty much do things at your pace.

It's great in theory to want to shoot an entire game, but there are many reasons it's not always applicable at a daily.

• Web first - Despite what you want to do or know will produce the best content your editor and bosses know differently and they have expectation you have to meet.
• Deadlines - Much like the first point other people (page designers) are waiting for you so they can do their job. They have friends and most importantly families.
• People - Not everyone understands you or what you do. They have families which are more important than their jobs, whether you think it's fair or not. To many it's about the paycheck.
  
• Real world - It's not college. You have three assignments a day instead of three a week. "Don't forget video," they politely remind you, so make that four. Your a staff of few instead of many. The reality is it's not feasible and you have to budget your time properly. You learn what to and what not to spend your time on.

All of this brings me to a final point.

Pick and choose your battles.

Not everyone you work with is as dedicated as you. So choose what you fight for wisely. Otherwise you alienate yourself and are labeled a with giant asshole target.

This doesn't mean you give up and give in. This means you lead by example. You show others you care and use your passion to motivate them. Instead of being the complaining gnat, be the caterpillar. Cheesy, yes, but little by little you achieve change. As others see the greatness in your work they will be inspired to do the same. They will also be inspired if they see you getting a pay raise.

The truth is you have to change your game plan sometimes. Instead of spending three hours on basketball, spend one. Spend the other two working on real projects and finding features. When the big games comes the editors will understand and take full advantage of it.

It's all a game.

Pick your battles, plan accordingly, do the right things, control the tempo, attack and you'll sometimes win.

Nadine's, a family tradition

Nadine Voisin, 64, of Mount Pleasant attempts to the cut the hair of William McClintic, 2, as he reaches for his mother Rachel Friday afternoon at Nadine's Beauty Salon, 701 E. Michigan St. Voisin has owned her shop for 44 years and has been cutting four generation of McClintic family hair. When asked why the family comes back to her Nadine said with a laugh, "Because I'm good."



Since William didn't get a haircut and either did any of his other family members the assignment was looking like a wash. I stuck around Nadine's and photographed a few of other appointments and made photos of her doing what she does.

As I came back to the office I was a little disappointed William wasn't cooperating. As I edited through photos I realized how valuable and story telling the top photo is. Had he sat in the chair and had his hair trimmed the photo would have been just that. Instead I was able to create a unique moment in the life of both William and Nadine.

CMU basketball

CMU center Will McClure lays on the floor after being fouled in the first half against the University of Detroit. The Chippewas lost, 75-49.

Here's to looking at you 2011

As Facebook and Twitter flooded with posts cursing the year known as 2010 and casting it away, I thought about how great the past year was for me.

Two ago I set out on journey to find myself as photographer. What was supposed to be a one year voyage morphed into something greater than I ever visioned. I'm still searching, but to see the growth from then to know astonishes me.

What 2010 brought me:
1. I completed multiple photo stories
Even though I feel there is work left to do, it is something I always put on my to do list and never finished. Finishing these projects and more specifically the one above led me to so much. I just want to say it's amazing what you learn from others.

2. I landed a full-time job at the daily in my college town
Bottom line I'm thankful I have a job doing what I love. My friends warned me about this job and made me pledge not to "lose my soul." There are many things this paper could do better, but instead of being jobless I'm actively attempting changing things. It's not easy, but isn't active change why we all wanted to become journalist?

3. I stopped worrying and started taking control of my life
Putting yourself out there is scary. When you stop everything in life and start driving the other direction it's dangerous, but along the way I found so much I thought was ahead of me I had passed because I was never paying attention. Slowing down helped me to become a better photographer and a happier person.

4. Living a positive progressive lifestyle
The truth about journalist is a lot of them are failures who become super jaded at the world and have fallen into a dark place of anger and spite. This type of person uses their AP Style (or photo) intellect to make others feel inept. Surround yourself with good people. Find people willing to help you and lead by example. Those kind of people never advance in life. It's not that they aren't smart enough or good enough, but it's attitude. It's about wanting it and not losing site of how and why.

5. My internship with Dan Stewart
It was undoubtedly the most valuable experience I have had as a photographer. I learned not only what it is to be an outstanding photographer, but also an outstanding husband, brother and friend. No matter how terrible a shoot went Dan somehow always remained optimistic and walked away positive. He is the exact opposite of the jaded journalist. I'm thankful for Dan, his wife Liz and brother Jason who always made me feel welcome.

Yes, 2010 was filled with long wedding days, too many "you've just go to do it" assignments, but it made all of the little wins seem sweeter.

"Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out."
~John Wooden

Standing Still

I'm a wander.

I also get overwhelmed way to easily. My brain starts seeing everything and I want to capture it all. This is especially true on assignments when you have a limited time frame.

I'm facing right and then a moment happens left. I turn left and with in a fraction of a second I fumble with the focus button and exposure, but then I'm left watching the moment instead of capturing it.

I try to tell myself to breath, that's if I even remember to do that, because like I said I'm easily overwhelmed.

So instead of being a wander, a worrier or rusher, just realize life goes on.

Take your time. Sit and wait. Wait more and eventually it will happen.

And if you still miss it, just remember it's only a fraction of a second and not the rest of your life.

Where's the jube?

St. Louis breezed through the first two sets against Ithaca in the conference title. The third game was essentially a blowout until the Yellow Jackets started a rally to pull with in a few points, after being down by something like 15.

This frame never saw the light of day of in print or even came close, but I personally love absolutely everything about it.



In the end St. Louis won the third set and the game was over. This was the jubilation.

As far as my photos go I wish they would have lost in five sets, but I guess you take what you are given.

Raising Jylin

I spent a couple of hours with a John Williams, a father, football player, student, and all around great guy.

I felt well received by John and fiance and they very open to me telling their story. It's amazing to see a young man like John who is only 20 years-old take on the responsibility he has. I can not say enough kind things about him and his family. I think this is a story I will continue to work on.

An inny and an outy

Inny

Mount Pleasant head coach Jason McIntyre hugs wide receiver Ryan Heeke Saturday after defeating Cadillac, 17-7, in the Division 3 Regional Finals.

Outy

I made this frame with a wide angle lens waiting for time to expire on the clock and the celebration to begin.

There was some running, yelling and hugging, but the real moment came when the two teams lined up to shake hand and off in the distance coach McIntyre, with a smile on his face, gave Heeke a hug. McIntyre is an intense coach and when I captured this I knew it was rare moment and the moment.

Friday Night Light

I arrived to a Friday football game 30 minutes early. It was a cold night and my jacket was still damp from shooting a cross country meet two days earlier. I started shooting features before the game to keep my mind off the cold.

Water Tower Repainting

I was shooting my second CROP Walk in a week and I saw this. Nothing special, but I thought it made a nice pictorial.

Head to head soccer

Maybe it's because I've become so used to seeing collegiate players, but these two teams were tiny.

The game was a lot of kicking the ball, chasing the ball, kicking the ball in the other direction, and then chasing the ball in the other direction. It was a pretty standard high school soccer game to say the least, but I thought I would share some images.

It's Friday Again

It's Friday again. That means high school football.

Fulton High is literally surrounded by corn fields. They come so close to the building that I'm willing to bet a dollar I can reach both arms out and touch the school and the stalks at the same time.

Ashley (who tagged along for fun) and I approach the field. I take some test shots as these golden rays of light peak over the top of the trees. The light is perfect. In my head I know it's only a matter of minutes before it will be lost.

The teams come out, introductions are made and the National Anthem is played. There and then it hits me. I feel that pain in my stomach. Don't worry it's not kidney stones or diarrhea, but nerves.

The cool dry air with a sight breeze from the west, the orange cast of a dusty sunset, green grass, white jerseys and the sound of people cheering make me suddenly miss it.

The ball is kicked and I turn to Ashley and I say, "I just want to hit someone."

Unless you have ever played, you will never truly know that feeling.

Wheatland 2010

Blenda Chmielewski of Warren, left and Bev Lipmyer of Ann Arbor, right, dance Sunday with Gus Limbo, 72, of Barryton who has been attending Wheatland for 37 years.

Music, hippies and camping. Wheatland had me at sight and sound. I've told all kinds of stories about Wheatland, but nothing can describe the experience.

Had I not been so busy and tired from the KISS concert the night before I would have stayed longer and made more pictures. There are so many stories and different kinds of people.

In short Wheatland is something I would love to attend next year, whether it's camping with friends, or documenting for the paper.