April 28, 2008
Sunset on the lake
my boy, my work buddies and i went camping at clarks hill lake saturday night. we waited out a thunderstorm, witnessed a beautiful golden sunset, then chatted by a fire under the stars until late night.
April 20, 2008
The Masters, Minus the Action
last week, over five days, i spent about 70 hours at Augusta National, hiking up the lush green hills with a 400mm and a 600mm, shooting The Masters.
a good golf photo generally includes action and a facial expression.
however, my edit from the tournament is actionless, and almost faceless.
although the majority of what i shot was action, the less obvious scenes piqued my interest.
i give you, The Masters, minus the action:
a good golf photo generally includes action and a facial expression.
however, my edit from the tournament is actionless, and almost faceless.
although the majority of what i shot was action, the less obvious scenes piqued my interest.
i give you, The Masters, minus the action:
April 13, 2008
Slowly Mastering The Masters
being a photo staffer at a newspaper in Augusta, Georgia, Masters Week is always looming in the future until BAM! it hits you. 14 hours a day, day after day hiking up the rolling luscious green hills of Augusta National with a 600mm over your shoulder.
my town changes. it's crawling with strangers asking for directions. traffic is backed up. restaurants have long waits to be seated. the golf gods are prayed to every night.
my routine changes. i wake up before sunrise every morning, my skin turns pink from the sun, my shoes become muddied with the rain, my shoulder aches from my monopod, i eagerly get to play with the nikon D3 all week, i'm surrounded by golf fanatics, an endless supply of free food and drinks and then there's that constant desire to get an even better photo at the next hole. and an even better photo tomorrow.
i don't even like golf.
well, as of tonight, with one day of the international competition to go, i've spent more than 75 hours on the course. i've actually learned what the numbers on the scoreboard mean (what??!?! red is good?). i've grinned at patrons after hearing the incredibly obvious "wow, that's a BIG LENS" countless times. i've eaten countless pimento cheese and eggsalad sandwiches (the vegetarian food options are few), i even found myself actually getting into the tournament this evening and secretly cheering for the guy who always celebrates and would make the best photo if he wins tomorrow on 18 green.
one. more. day. of grass and fans and polo shirts.
my town changes. it's crawling with strangers asking for directions. traffic is backed up. restaurants have long waits to be seated. the golf gods are prayed to every night.
my routine changes. i wake up before sunrise every morning, my skin turns pink from the sun, my shoes become muddied with the rain, my shoulder aches from my monopod, i eagerly get to play with the nikon D3 all week, i'm surrounded by golf fanatics, an endless supply of free food and drinks and then there's that constant desire to get an even better photo at the next hole. and an even better photo tomorrow.
i don't even like golf.
well, as of tonight, with one day of the international competition to go, i've spent more than 75 hours on the course. i've actually learned what the numbers on the scoreboard mean (what??!?! red is good?). i've grinned at patrons after hearing the incredibly obvious "wow, that's a BIG LENS" countless times. i've eaten countless pimento cheese and eggsalad sandwiches (the vegetarian food options are few), i even found myself actually getting into the tournament this evening and secretly cheering for the guy who always celebrates and would make the best photo if he wins tomorrow on 18 green.
one. more. day. of grass and fans and polo shirts.
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