Internship: PASS

Officially, my 120 hours are over. Fifteen Sundays and the occasional Saturday following and learning are over, but all is not lost! Last Saturday I was able to actually freelance, although I had to look through the assignment book and find things for myself. I shot a local (read: small) tree-lighting and a Christmas-themed bar crawl which apparently earned me $35 per assignment.

Basically, this internship has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love the assignments, the coworkers, the subjects, the shooting, and myself for being decent with all of it. After finals I plan on hanging around and hopefully shooting a bit more.

I guess the best sign is that when I went out on my own this past Saturday I wasn’t actually nervous, I felt rather confident when I left each assignment, and was cool sitting in the photo lab by myself choosing/editing shots for publication. I don’t particularly get excited about going out and shooting anymore, becuase I know I can rock it. However, I still need practice shooting sports. We’ll get there.

Life, which happens to include interning

This time of year always makes me pensive. I never look at summer and think “this is nice, but what happened last summer?” whereas winter constantly has me thinking of winters past. Cold weather reminds me of Susquehanna, and of working shows, of starting friendships with those who are no longer friends. This winter I promise to make things different. To keep the friends I make regardless of who leaves me for what, to work towards my dreams, to hope of spring.

With that being said, my internship is almost over. I’m having a blast, learning on the fly, learning from mistakes, meeting people who care about this or that, shooting shooting, editing and shooting.  I cheated, I know… I’ve wanted to work for The Capital so it wasn’t too hard getting my dream internship. The trick is sticking my face around so much that eventually I get a job (before I get fed up and go to grad school, which I know will not help me any more than my BA did).

Last night I (&boyfriend) went to Josh‘s photo reception at The Parkside in B’more. Its funny how excited we get over a couple of nicely-printed photos going up in a restaurant. But the point is that they were nicely-printed photos of interesting subjects, in a coherent series, up in a cute new restraunt filled with cool people.

And I wonder, maybe that’s all that art is about; just making a few people happy, making them go “huh,” and look again. I don’t need to change the world, I only want to make more people appreciate art than would have otherwise.

Regardless of my life’s purpose, Colleen and I were able to bang out an incredible photo story of a seafood festival in record time this afternoon. I’ve finally learned the secret formula of photographing kids, pets, the elderly, interracial couples as much as possible. This assignments had no pets, but I think we’ll be OK.

The magnificent story told by Colleen and I can be viewed in a slide show here.

Almost everything I’ve shot so far as been some sort of a: tea party, street festival, or fish fry. I really feel that when outsiders think of Annapolis, they absolutely need to think “crab feast,” or “fish fry” or “seafood extravaganza.” Because that’s what embodies Annapolis: people who catch, cook, eat, and photograph seafood.

On our way back from the seafood festival, we stopped at a beautifully abandoned building. Some days I just love life more than others.

All that being said, anyone wishing to purchase a sword or suit of armor: please visit me on Black Friday. Our mall is open for 22 hours straight. KThnx.

Intern: Take 12

Three weeks left. Holy crap.

Finally, I did a good enough job to make a slide show. The second picture made it into the paper, pretty big, too, but not in color.

Anyway, if you want to see some pirates having tea and dancing, go ahead and click here. For more information on the Ballet Theatre of Maryland, get click happy over here. I personally plan on attending The Nutcracker this December, providing I can find a suitable date.

Interning, Days 10 & 11

Last week I photographed a “Halloween Happening” on the day after Halloween, so that didn’t run. I did have a bit of fun running around in the dark trying to properly focus my photos and legibly write peoples names. The haunted barn only became scary the third time I went through, when the actors starting messing with me… All in good fun.

On Sunday I went with a staff photographer Josh to attack a church service celebrating Armistice Day and a fashion show for Transitional Sizes, a clothing rental service. Of course I turned in three photos and Josh turned in one, and his ran instead of mine. I would have chosen his too… I’ve yet to properly expose and compose a shot that also captures the spirit of the assignment sheet. Some of the shots I turned in are here.

Practice makes perfect. I have approximately 30 hours of interning left, and I’ve asked to take extra assignment that might otherwise not be covered in hopes to be able to go out on my own and have my work published. Perhaps most importantly, I’ve also asked to stay on as a freelancer after my internship is finished, and I would be shocked if the answer were No.

Internship: Day Nine

Please allow this image to speak as to my day as an intern at The Capital. Sundays bring the best and worst.

Yes, that is a helicopter dropping packets of candy over a football field while hordes of children (and their parents) wait in anticipation. Yes, it is five days before Halloween

For next week I was told “Bring a bicycle, we’re shooting a race.” Just when I think I get the hang of things, life throws a curve ball. Can’t wait until I actually get an assignment where someone is upset or injured.

CAT Career Panel

Usually I don’t go to these kinds of things, and when I do, I find the people trite or the message useless. This time, however, was completely different. So here’s a panel that 1) is relevant to my life 2) is required for class 3) I have to photograph 4) one of my internship mentors will be panel-ing. No pressure.

Free food aside, the panel was actually amazingly insightful. Those panelists didn’t give me enough time between revelations to get bored or to take stunning photos. The nerd in me even appreciated anecdotes from the video game producers and web developers of whose positions I understand little to nothing.

Most importantly, I learned that I have not screwed up my life yet. I learned that my existing degrees can only help me (a fact that seems obvious but I really do doubt it sometimes), my instinct to get out and shoot is completely correct, and that my internship will help me more than I know. I learned that all experience is good experience, and that the five years I spent at Medieval Times saying “taller in the back, shorter in the front, squeeze in real close…” like a robot has only helped me. Every time I get bored and try to take a stunning photograph of dirty dishes has only helped me. Every time I talked a guest out of calling customer service has only helped me.

I will say though, that the only panelist who mentioned income was Josh, and I’m very curious to know if these other artistic venues are extremely lucrative… Everyone mentioned that specialization was key, but how you need to be able to do everything, which really calls my attention (and fear) to how newspapers (and thus, photojournalism) are dying, thus lowering the possibility of me ever being able to do what I want and have a roof over my head. While game development and web design are exploding into the limelight, photojournalism is slowly fading away. Of course no one wanted to talk about that in an uplifting, you-can-do-this career panel.

Although, as most of the panelists mentioned, continuing education is highly important (which is what I’m already doing, right?). I just fear that for us journalists, our education is going to be learning how to juggle a video camera, still camera, notepad, and probably some other things that haven’t been invented yet at the same time and then editing it all into a story that is ready for web and press in just 60 seconds. Or something ridiculous like that. But at least I know I’m on the right path for that, or whatever it is that awaits me in photojournalism.

I just feel like… it took me so long to figure out what I want to do with my life, and then start to do it and realize yes, I was right, that the last thing I need is for my career field to disappear.

Don’t get me wrong, the career panel was highly motivating, very awesome, and thought provoking. Its just that the thoughts went in a more negative direction after the lights were turned off and assignments were turned in.

But I have this internship. One Sunday at a time.

Interning, Continued

This weekend happened to be one of the most amazing things ever, which is needed considering that for the rest of the week I have two projects, a test, a cold, and my period. But I didn’t say all of that out loud. Also, the gear shift on my car stopped… gear shifting, which definitely made getting to those assignments Sunday interesting. Luckily I’m the youngest child so whining “Daddy, fix!” still works amazingly well.

Saturday Colleen and I rocked the Navy v Pitt game. We covered tailgating beforehand, which was a little lamer than usual, probably considering how many parents/grandparents were around. I hadn’t been to a Navy event in 10 years or so I was pretty starstruck, no lie. Before the game we hit up the press box, where I found that rumors of nice people and nicer pizza were in fact very good representations of the truth. I apologize to everyone who received a “I’M IN THE PRESS BOX AT NAVY STADIUM” text message.

Consequently, I also apologize to everyone who received a “OMG I’M ON THE FIELD AT NAVY STADIUM” text message, but we’re not there yet.

So, after eating free food like real women, Colleen and I lugged ourselves down to the field, which was surprisingly anti-climatic. We just… walked on to the field as anyone else would, only that security didn’t stop us, they smiled and said “Hello” instead. I would like to add at this point that Colleen was shooting with a fixed 400 lens bigger than her head, on a broken monopod, and that I was shooting with a fixed 300 on my little D70 on my little (and barely able to handle the weight of the lens) monopod. It was glorious. Cold, but glorious.

Colleen made a slide show on the Capital website, I think there are 16 of her images and three of mine but we basically shot the same stuff, so whatevs. Please experience the slide show here. Both the front page and the sports section had a big picture of Colleen’s and a little picture of mine. Published is published; I’ll take it.

Sunday I was finally able to go out on my own, not because the skill wasn’t there earlier, but because I didn’t have the availability to take extra assignments. I photographed some excellent Jews who donated a new Torah to their synagogue, and more excellent Jews who were happy about their new Torah. The (probably temporary) link to that article is here.

One little old lady came up to me, reminding me very much of my grandmother, and stated “You have a press pass.” I replied to her, “Yes, I’m shooting for The Capital today.” She says back to me “I can read, I just want to know if I should press it,” then chuckled and went along her merry way. Moral of the story, I cannot wait to be an excellent old Jewish lady one day. My brooch collection is already underway, but that has nothing to do with my internship.

From the Annapolitan synagogue I managed to get myself lost in Shady Side trying to find an oyster festival, which, by the time I arrived, was pretty much wrapping up. I listened to a little bluegrass, photographed some people (all of which had names I needed to hear spelled several times over), and hot-footed it out of there, fancying myself somewhat of a rock star for surviving a day on my own.

I know I did nothing spectacular, but the important part is that I’m fairly certain I didn’t make any mistakes.

Results of this weekend: While lovely pictures of white people graced the above-the-fold potographs for the past two days, my photos on the bottom of A1 each day depicted minorities preparing food. Oops.

Internship: Day Six

The paper had no assignments for us today, so Paul and I trolled Annapolis for fun things happening. Despite a BEAUTIFUL fall day, very few people were outside for us to stalk. Rather, everybody and their mother attended the US Sailboat show this weekend and thus all of America descended on City Dock to ogle boats. But we found several people kayaking over to the boat show, and a random child or two tearing up playgrounds overlooking the boat show. Its Annapolis though, what do you want?

Honestly, these pictures SCREAM Annapolis, if not also beautiful fall weather. I submitted the second two for title banners for the paper. We’ll see. Saturday holds a Navy football game with Colleen and then probably actually definitely going out on my on for Sunday.

Internship: Day Five

Obligatory blog post after interning… I think I’m getting the hang of things. Still haven’t gone out on my own yet, but that’s mainly because I haven’t had the time. Working six days a week at the castle (in the dark, with broken computers), interning Sundays, class Tuesday/Thursday, and trying to pull off this new relationship while maintaining old friendships.

Anyway. We photographed Annapolis’ Oktoberfest, a pet-blessing ceremony, and an awards ceremony. Some of my photos are in a slide show here.

This is one, of the Blessing of the Animals, that I did not submit:

The only way for me to have more photos published is simply to shoot more. I’m decent enough, I just need more practice and rotting at the Scroll Desk counting pewter dragons isn’t particularly helping. So I’ll add ‘getting out there’ to my list of things to do. I just need to make sure that I still 1) work enough to pay rent  and  2) study enough to maintain my 4.0.

But I have this internship. One Sunday at a time.

Day Four and More

Holy crap life moves fast. Suddenly I’m working (basically) 9-5 seven days a week. Six weeks ago I had a job that made me physically ill, a boyfriend who bothered me for reasons I couldn’t pin-point, and began thinking that I would never break into the world of journalism. Now I have an fairly good if not incredibly easy job (although to save energy we now work in the dark–no lie), a new man I’m absolutely crazy about, and the internship of my dreams. Life sure is funny.

Sunday Colleen and I photographed not one but two arts festivals, an assignment they never should have given to girls because we spent more of our time wandering for our own amusement than for the paper’s sake. We met new people, saw new things, and heard great music. I shot with my own D70 again, and I really could have gone for the D3 due to the rainy and indoor situations we got ourselves into, but I’m a good shot regardless of technical help…

The Annapolis Fall Festival was pretty awesome, with people gathering together in the streets for music, food, beer, and oodles of handmade crafts.  I’m not sure if anything was actually published (as I’m too poor to subscribe to the paper) but some are available online here.

Other than that, I’ve homework to complete, dishes to wash, and a recenty-neutered cat to take care of.