A small story about what kids are up to now that their after school program has been cancelled for a year. Putting this together was somehow more challenging than many of my multi-day hiking trips through the hinterlands. But it was awesome getting a chance to cover a number of intersecting threads weaving around Phoenix.
This was a super quick turn around. Got the assignment, hit up the contacts, drove there, made the photos, filed the photos before dark. I looked at my timestamps and it turns out I was photographing for only 16 minutes. The light got pretty bad rather abruptly as these folks live in a canyon: despite almost an hour more of sunlight, once it dipped behind the canyon walls everything got less than ideal.
I was ready to hear that I ought to head back and make more photos, but the editor was pretty into what I made. Sweet. Nice to get back into the Times in the new year.
Audubon found me on the Diversify Photo list and commissioned me to continue my work in southern Arizona waterways. I was thrilled—I had just been talking to my coop-mates about wanting to work with Audubon in the future—and got even more excited when I realized they wanted me to pair up with a number of experts that would help me get deeper into the nuances of the story.
Fast forward several months and the Winter edition of the magazine is out and it’s fantastic. I spent several weeks putting these images together and I think they’re some of the best work I’ve ever done. Of course, in the time delta from when I made these and when they came out, I’ve tightened up my technique a lot and made some real improvements—but that’s always how it goes, isn’t it?
This one was honestly pretty easy. Bill was easy to set up an appointment with, met him just as dawn was peaking into his neighborhood, made a few clicks, drove around looking for signage, got some beautiful vistas that didn’t make the article, and then headed over to Scottsdale where a shooting had caused a lot of folks to join Bill’s cause. One of the folks living there told me just the day before a lot of windows on the block had been replaced. Dang. But there were still a bunch bullet holes in the facades of homes, and I got permission to get up close and make a few photos of a couple.
Trying to make a reasonably good photo of an elongated cul-de-sac was probably the hardest part of the assignment, and honestly I’m not sure I was all that successful. Oh well. Maybe next time a drone?
Overall, I’m pretty thrilled how well this article came out; my editor told me the photography was favorably mentioned at the weekly meeting reviewing the proceeding week’s articles, so that’s a lil feather for my cap.
This assignment came to me about an hour before it needed to be filed, luckily I was able to get it scheduled and filed very quickly. The family live only a couple blocks from my house, so it was no sweat. I really loved how these portraits came out, these folks were instantly amiable and gracious hosts. It feels cool to have contributed to the USC Annenberg Center for Health Journalism 2020 National Fellowship.
OPB licensed a number of my photos for use in their ten minute documentary about the artistic efforts of Betty LaDuke. The images were originally produced in early 2018 for the NGO UUSC, which then provided my images royalty-free to the group No More Deaths. A No More Deaths campaign called Faith Floods the Desert drew LaDuke to the region known as the Devil’s Highway, where more than 100 gallons bottles of water were distributed in various nooks around the desert.
Most of what I remember about that day was an intense and overwhelming desire for water. It was a blistering summer day without a cloud in the sky. I was worried for the well-being of the many elder faith leaders that had come to march water into the desert.
I found out the Guardian was doing a story on the Oak Flat situation (actually this is such a long running issue they first did a story on it before I was even in the business) from a friend. I reached out the the author and asked if they wanted to license some photos I made last year. They asked their editor. Yada yada.
Eventually I hooked up with the photo editor there, who I already kinda knew in the way that everyone knows everyone in this business, but not that well so I wasn’t sure if they’d be annoyed that I inserted myself. They were more or less stoked on a few of my images. I updated all the captioning information just to make sure it as absolutely correct and re-uploaded them to dropbox. They ended up only licensing one, a pretty good portrait of Wendsler Nosie Sr. But hey, one image out of the back catalog: that’ll pay for some new wool socks!
I’ve actually got a whole photo essay about Nosie and his run to Oak Flat last year, but it’s really specific and I haven’t had success placing it any where. So I’ve just been showing it to editors when they ask to see some of my story-driven work. Caitlin managed to place a similar story with Huff Post last year, by couching it in the more overarching Oak Flat saga. I love her photos of Wendsler and Naelyn.
This was a fun one, I believe most photojournalists find this sort of assignment rather tricky. Stop folks going about their lives, ask them some nosy questions on record, then try to make a decent photo of them. It’s got a lot of moving parts, many of which can go wrong. I base my whole approach on how I saw Trip Gabriel do it once while working together for a story in the Times. It’s impromptu, but all while tacking towards a goal. I am such a planner that I am usually a bit nervous, but for me, they usually end up being a blast—even if the portraits aren’t my best.
I knew that getting out to photograph early was key, I’m not sure the assigning editor realized that all the rest stops in Arizona are like, a good bit away from Phoenix. I stopped at a truck stop first just before sunrise, to get visual signifiers of travel. I used some 1-3” exposures to get a sense of the folks zipping down the highway. Even though the sun hadn’t come up yet, the sky was really getting pretty bright and I wished I had had a GND, but I don’t own a set up yet. (SOON!)
After getting a bunch of those, I got to the rest stop proper just after sun rise and spoke with like a hundred people, only 6 total people were willing to go on record and even those were kinda cagey about it. Oh well. It happens. I still had a great time and the sun rise was gorgeous.
I tried to make more traffic photos closer to sun down, but they look goofy or boring. A painter I once knew, David Pettibone, told me that there comes a time when every effort you make will make your painting worse, the trick to art is knowing when to stop. Shoulda heeded his advice this day. Anyway there are more photos from this assignment up on my instagram.
I got this assignment on Election Day, which was totally chaotic. I almost forgot I accepted it! Yikes. Good thing I wrote it down in my agenda. I really wanted to get to the farm on butcher day, but the deadline didn’t permit it. I got to the farm at 4 am when Michael typically gets out to feeding the birds.
Of course, 4 am is well before sunrise, so these photos came out very creepy and kinda anarchic. I like them, but I’m not really sure they fit the vibe of the piece. Chris, the writer liked them though, and the photo director at the New Times didn’t tell me to go fuck myself, so I’m gonna call that a success, even if they didn’t run the bloody foot prints I found (I put them in a collage on my Instagram just for fun).
A last minute assignment the Monday after the elections was a welcome respite from covering the Stop the Steal protests outside of the Maricopa Elections office. A friend of mine happened to be the director of the facility this organization is based out of, so that was pretty fun. They don’t typically allow press inside, but with a promise to refrain from making identifiable photographs of any of their clients and any obvious exterior images, everything was gravy.
Given the pretty awful lighting inside, these were a bit tricky, but I took Cecilia to a park afterward and made some portraits just before golden hour. I wish I could have waited a bit longer but she had to get home to her kids, so I made do. I guess that’s how it is sometimes.
While the article was about an early 20th century Apache mystic, the photo editor asked me to make a visual love letter to Apacheria, specifically the land as John Silas might have known it. I called all my friends, had them call all their uncles, and did my best to learn as much as I could about life on the Apache reservations in 1920-1933.
I spent the better part of 10 days in research and photography, visiting nearly all parts of Western Apacheria. Though I did my very best to avoid contact with my friends or anyone else due to the pandemic. They didn’t run it, but I made my very first images of a bald eagle which alit next to me as I was photographing some free-range cows. I don’t know the meaning in that happening, but it feels meaningful, right? I made a collage of images from this assignment on my Instagram.
Tricky assignment: the light gets super hard out here by 9 am, so I arranged to get out there at the mine several hours before sunrise when the crew usually arrives to make images of some of the labor that goes on at this mine. But on this day, there was essentially no crew, no movement, and of course no light at all. In fact, the only reason anyone was there at all was to make sure I didn’t wander into a machine and die. So I made do as best I could. Eventually the light sweetened and then got super rich as it lit up the surrounding mountains. I got lucky. There’s a collage of some images that didn’t run on my instagram.
Election Day! I’ve heard from many veteran photojournalists that Election Day is a grueling fast paced nightmare of a day that starts before dawn and doesn’t end until well past the cows coming home. Election Day 2020 was not like that for me. My editor at the Wall Street Journal didn’t even want me out before 9am. I was wide awake by 4am giddy with anticipation and just had to hit the streets anyway. I got to a nearby polling place at a church and made some beautiful if slightly grainy images of folks lining up to vote before dawn and then headed to Camelback Mountain to get some sunrise photos of Paradise Valley. Of course, none of those photos ran.
In fact none of the photos I made before 9am ran. I’m a goof. The rest of the day my editor had me pegged to staff writer, Eliza Collins, with whom I have a pretty good working relationship. We interviewed and photographed a dozen folks all over the Valley (seriously I logged so many miles) as well as Mark Kelly.
I expected to be up until the wee hours of the morning still filing images as the results came in, but instead by 4 in the afternoon I was done. I begged my editor to let me at least photographer folks in line at golden hour, which must have bemused them (what kinda contract worker wants to stay on extra long for no extra pay?) but as with my early photos the golden hour stuff didn’t run either. Lesson learned? (NOPE). At around 7pm I told the WSJ security team that I was done for the day.
Then Dom Valente, Caitlin O’Hara and I went cruising to get images of folks reacting to results as the came in. I should have just gone home, but I was feeling too hyped. Probably too much Red Bull. We visited the Maricopa Democrats and LUCHA where Dom and Caitlin both got excellent photos. I tried to file my images from these events but my jetpack was dead. Oops.
I got the call to make this portrait as I was heading home from working on a long term project for another client. Got it done using my spare (read: older janky) camera, which is always a treat. I made Dr. Johnson explain what he did over and over until I understood it, which wasn’t really necessary, I’m just a nosey parker.
The article was a group project with photographers across the nation. I feel glad I didn’t embarrass myself and put in a good showing, though I do wish that there had been more room for some detail images, from me and everyone else. Cause I’m totally geeked about microbiology.
An Op-ed by my friend and idol Fernanda Santos about a very cool young adult, Angel Palazuelos and what his experiences as a Dreamer graduating in 2020 can teach everyone as we all go through the Covid pandemic.
I made a bunch of more metaphorical images of Angel, but perhaps there were a bit too on the nose. haha. I’ve gone one of those up on my instagram.
These were just some images reused from previous assignments, but I did get into the print edition with them AND I got to have images in the same article as my Juntos Coop-mate, Caitlin O’Hara. That’s always nice. Not sure who the photo editor was on this assignment, but whoever they are, good looking out :)
The Wall Street Journal took a deep dive into ten counties that seemed important for Democrats and Republicans to vie for in the 2020 elections. One of those counties was Maricopa County, the heart of Arizona and where Phoenix is located. I was assigned to make portraits of several voters from across the county who each had different perspectives and plans for how they’d be voting.
This was a difficult assignment, not for the emotional or interpersonal reasons that usually get me, but because scheduling so many portraits in a short time is just super hard. But I got it done, I met a lot of interesting people and ultimately I think the finished story looks pretty dang good. They even ran some of the moody images I filed expecting them to ignore. Wins all around.
This was a super fast portrait, I got the call to make this about 30 minutes before I arrived on site. Hannah didn’t have long before she had to leave, so I got it done in about 20 minutes. Filed it 10 minutes after that. Zoom!
This was my first time working for the Parenting desk at the Times. It was super fun the kids were totally amiable and wanted to tell me all about everything. It brought me back to my days training as a reading teacher. I would love to do more work like this, it’s a welcome respite from the darker rougher parts of the news.
This one was a saga. I was tipped off that something was awry at Quitobaquito by a friend in Ajo. The NYT offered me a day rate to go down there and do some preliminary reporting with no promises that it’d make the paper. I took them up on it, but ultimately they couldn’t take the pitch. So I pitched 22 other outlets, mostly folks I’d worked with before, but no one could take it. Eventually I sent it as a travel pitch (Quitobaquito is after all a beautiful part of the Organ Pipe National Monument) to Nat Geo and while the travel angle was too flimsy to run, the environmental desk was interested and it was off to the races.
They ended up licensing a number of images from my archive and having me go out and make another day’s worth of images. Of course I would have loved to have been there for longer, but given Covid restrictions, it just wasn’t logistically possible.
Doug Main did excellent writing on this historic and dense subject in a very short period of time. I sent him contact info for everyone I know in the area and he did a great job talking to all of them and finding new sources too. I’m really really happy with how my first Nat Geo assignment turned out. Though frankly I’m still haunted by the drying of the pond. I haven’t been able to go back, the thought of seeing it totally dry makes me sick.
Not much to this assignment, the assigning editor just wanted some basic images of Phoenix at the height of the first wave of the Covid pandemic. Honestly it kinda reminded me of how phoenix was in in the early aughts. Empty except for folks without homes and security guards. This photo was on the front page of NYT for a hot second though, so that’s kinda cool.
I got a press release saying DHS and Army Corps of Engineers were inviting press to watch them destroy Monument Hill, a sacred place to the O’odham people and the burial grounds for several Apache people. I reached out to both the photo editor at The Intercept and Ryan the writer there that I’d worked with previously. Fortunately for me, Ryan was in San Diego so it was quickly arranged. We decided to go meta and describe the event rather than just what DHS was asking us to look at.
The actual event was carefully massaged by CBP press agents to make sure their destruction seemed minor and unimpressive. Press was kept a mile away from the explosions, supposedly for our safety. I rented a 1.4 tele adapter to stretch my 200-500 and I’m glad. The explosions were tiny dots far away.
I’m pretty happy with the tone of my images and the tenor of the article. I wish I could work with Ryan again.
An important Op-ed by Diné writer Wahleah Johns, I split photo duties with my homie and personal idol, Adriana Zehbrauskas.
This was pretty tough. To be totally ethical and super safe, I spoke to no one and visited none of my friends in Dinetah. I left Phoenix at 2am, to get to the border of the Diné nation just as their curfew ended at 5am, and to catch sunrise there. There was snow still on the top of Mt Humphries which reminded me why the Diné call it the Abalone Mountain. I was thinking about the pre-Colombian trade routes that must have existed for abalone to be common enough in the high desert to name a mountain after their alabaster shells.
I drove up and circled Black Mesa and as I began to finally head south again, a bad storm kicked up near Round Rock which almost pushed the car off the road. That’s where I made that final image: a total stroke of luck.
This article by Emily Flitter took a long time to develop. I enjoyed asking Emily about it every few days, though I’m not sure she’d say the same.
I used a borrowed Canon Mk4 and a borrowed 85 F/1.2 to make Peters’ photo. The light in his condo was so low my F/2.8 stuff just wasn’t up to the challenge. Thanks Caitlin and Loren for the gear assists.
The Kennedy portrait was tricky, I had 15 minutes and had to film some video of his taped conversations. But the light was dramatic in his forayer, so I got lucky. Also lucky that my editor was totally down with my sorta low-key images in this project. I also visited and got kicked out of several banks while trying to get environmental images for this story, but it turns out banks in strip malls look pretty boring, so none of them ran in this story (though several have since run as sorta stock imagery).
My first collaboration with indomitable sports writer Talya Minsberg on the rather peculiar training regimen practiced by Sara Hall.
Flagstaff is always so much colder than I expect it to be. Doubly so at 4am which it was when I met up with Talya and Sara to photograph Hall’s morning run. Talya, herself a member of the NYT Running Team, kept up with Hall on the warm up and cool down. I kept up with Hall for about 30 seconds. The whole time I was heaving and trying to catch my breath, I kept thinking this assignment should have gone to Caitlin who is also a marathon runner, but she was in Seoul working on her long term work there. I did my best and it came out pretty good. But it probably would have been different if another marathoner had done it.
After Sara’s morning run we visited her home where her husband Ryan made me some pancakes and talked to me about power lifting and jiujitsu. That was pretty fun. There are a bunch of photos from this on my instagram.