As it does each morning, my alarm woke me at 5 AM. Lying in bed on that Monday morning, just before my feet hit the cool floor, I lay in the dark while reading the message in my day's first email. In emotional awe, I again read and reread the short email repeatedly.
Read MoreReflecting on the Visual Storytellers /
In preparation for writing this reflection, I took some time to reflect on what this course has meant to me as an instructor. In short and technically, the course was truly not much different than most other courses. That simply being: complete assignments to earn credit.
Since each of my students was asked to cover the same event, I requested one thing from each of them from the start of the semester… to just share their story.
Read MoreStudents Share Fast With the World /
With our city hosting the UCI Road World Championships this week, it was a fantastic opportunity for my photojournalism students to document the global event. Their assignment and challenge was to capture the mobile event and share their perspective.
Read MoreNew Semester Invites New Media /
Creating a powerful and impactful story or image no longer requires that the photojournalist carry a bag of expensive cameras, lenses, and tripods. Capturing and sharing creative, personal, and engaging stories has changed with the technology of today.
Read MoreThreads of Love and Patches /
I've spent a good portion of today picking up remnants throughout the house.
Patches is a part of our family and one of Zero's favorite playmates. Patches is truly living up to his name these days. He is missing several toes on one paw. Another paw is missing altogether and his stubby tail is split in numerous places.
Read MoreHardly Speaking /
Making the time to do what you want sometimes requires nothing more than making the time. There always seems to be such an unimaginable value placed on time. Time however is absolutely free.
Read MoreSwaying Hugs and a Road Song /
The recent snowfall painted a serene backdrop for my lengthy road trip to offer a final goodbye to someone that I’ve known most of my adult life. It seems I’ve lost count, but I know that I’ve attended far more memorial services in the past few years than I have in my entire lifetime.
Read MoreA Fifty Cents Blessing /
Stepping away from my truck, I was approached by a man today. He was life-worn, middle-aged, and layered with clothing. Plenty of it, sheltering himself the best he could from the day’s wind chill of 0 degrees. “Sir,” he asked. “Could I bother you for 50 cents?” Carrying no money on me, my reply was honest.
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