Wrestling

I'm sad. The collegiate wrestling season has come to an end. I will update with some new photos from 24 hour trip to St. Louis, Mo.

For the win

I spent the first part of my spring break in Ypsilanti, Mich photographing the MAC Wrestling Championships for fun.

I left the edge of the mat in search for a different perspective. High a top the stadium I stood thanking Erik Holladay for his words of advice a few weeks ago. The words of advice were along these lines, "Shoot the shit out of every cliche' and then go find something else." And so I did.

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.