No Union More Profound

_C1_8850Fayetteville’s Pride Parade couldn’t have had better timing.

A storm-carrying cold front yesterday left behind absolutely flawless weather for today. And you might have heard yesterday the U.S. Supreme Court ruled 5-4 that states’ same-sex marriage bans cannot stand under the 14th Amendment’s command of equal treatment by the law.

“No longer may this liberty be denied,” Justice Anthony Kennedy wrote in the majority decision. “No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were.”

I’d say the parade itself was two or three times as big this year as last, with people of every age and rainbow flags in every direction; organizers say more than 2,000 people attended, a record.


_C1_8901Friday’s ruling means two non-related adults of any gender can legally commit themselves to each other and enjoy such rights and responsibilities as jointly filed taxes, shared child custody and unquestioned hospital visitation, medical and familial rights. As Kennedy said, it also means something a bit more intangible, right? The joy among the decision’s supporters was immediate here in Arkansas and across the country.




_C1_8985Concern, anger, even fear quickly followed as well. The four dissenting Supreme Court justices gave grave warnings the ruling would be used to “vilify” the people who oppose same-sex marriage for religious and moral reasons, and other writers and public figures took up the alarm.

Their words and feelings are very serious, as is much of the history around issues of sexuality. For much of U.S. history, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and otherwise non-straight people have been bashed, killed, rooted out of government and private-sector jobs and kicked out of families, if they dared reveal themselves at all. These problems are less common, but they remain in some form, despite credible research that finds orientation isn’t consciously chosen.

Many conservative Christians (many Christians support the decision) see themselves as having lost some of their sway over policies like civil marriage as more and more people personally know someone who isn’t straight. The Supreme Court decision essentially says religious objections alone aren’t enough to justify public government’s marriage policies.

The U.S. is still mostly Christian, and discrimination based on religion in business or government is explicitly illegal except in limited circumstances. That’s not true in most states for LGBT people, including in Arkansas.

Anyway, on with the photos.





_C1_9141I hope it was a happy and love-filled day for you, wherever you stand. Thanks for looking!


Evening Storms

_C1_8253Let’s talk about lightning, a high-power tendril of electric current that, as they say, can be five times as hot as the Sun’s surface — a blast of the cosmic right over our heads. The strongest bolts can have billion-volt potentials and carry enough energy to power a good-sized home for a month. They seem to be propelled by what we call static electricity on a massive scale, but researchers still don’t know exactly how they happen. Lightning also branches into the surreal, with so-called “sprites,” “elves” and “jets” of red, green and blue light reaching tens of miles toward space.

I haven’t had a chance to photograph lightning since a year ago. I’ve gotten better with the mechanics — narrow aperture, focus not quite on infinity, long exposure — but timing is still mostly luck, at least the way I’m doing it. Lots of frames of empty sky Friday night, when I took the photo above up in Rogers. I don’t know if there’s any avoiding that. I was so dang happy to get that photo.

I waited to post it because the forecast called for storms all weekend — maybe I’d get more chances. In the meantime, I went to Fayetteville’s Springfest, with its live music and short dog parade, and to the Botanical Gardens of the Ozarks.




_C1_8404The last time I was at the botanical gardens, it had been below freezing for four days, freezing the fountains’ water into forms I’d never seen before. It was a little different this time around.




_C1_8508This is the bleeding heart flower, which apparently has a short Japanese myth attached to it explaining its striking shape.




_C1_8499I finally got another chance at catching lightning Sunday evening, a nice bookend for the weekend. These were shot from my apartment building, if anyone’s worried I was running out into ongoing storms. I wouldn’t recommend doing that.


_C1_8660Stay safe out there, and thanks for looking.


Mardi Gras!

_C1_1128Sure, it’s early, but who cares? Happy Mardi Gras! Hundreds of people of all ages cheered, screamed, raced to pick up candy and beads and danced to exuberant New Orleans jazz today in downtown Fayetteville, and I was smart enough to join them.





_C1_0856Regretfully I must admit it was my first real Mardi Gras parade — and half of my family’s from New Orleans! Disgraceful. I know it was only a sliver of the revelry coming soon on Bourbon Street, but it was still a good time.




_C1_0945It was a balmy 60 degrees, though even that isn’t warm enough for some Southerners.

_C1_0835The parade was infused with Brazilian influences, like the people practicing capoeira above. Carnaval, of course, is also going on as I type.






_C1_1059If you missed it, Fayetteville’s having another parade Tuesday night, with a bit more of the drunken raucousness befitting Mardi Gras, I imagine. Otherwise I hope your town marks the occasion.


_C1_1148Thanks for looking!


Looking Behind

I don’t have much to offer this week. I know — that’s a sinful thing for a photographer to say. I’ve been busy and obsessed with job applications — now almost 30 across more than 20 states — and my grandmother’s dealing with illness. My head has not been in it, which is no good.

But I can still give something, something I intended to give months ago: a kind of review of my multimedia internship this summer at the Springfield News-Leader. It was the first time I’ve been really able to dig into my photography on a daily and professional basis. I consider it extremely valuable. I hope some of the lessons I got from it are worth reading to you. For some of these, the lesson learned is better than the image itself. Even if no one looks, I will always consider the self-reflection worth the time, a reminder that I’m pretty good, but not nearly good enough that there isn’t always more to learn and try.

Thanks for looking!


t_Frog Jumping 12This is a nice moment of triumph for a young fellow who won his frog race at an annual competition to the east of Springfield. Kids capture frogs, often the night before, and set them against each other in three size divisions. His competitors aren’t too thrilled. But the greatest moment of this event was later, when a bull frog blew away the competition and sprinted out of its circle in about 2 seconds. I missed it, because I was fumbling with a lens. Lesson: When possible, remember pointers for next time or next year. And maybe just bring a body for each lens.

t_Quilt 3The man in the middle is a World War II veteran. His daughter is to the right, and her acquaintance is at the left. The woman on the left is part of a group that makes quilts like this one for veterans. The trio seemed fond of each other. The man was very hard of hearing and was intent on telling some stories when I arrived, and didn’t seem bothered by my attempts at instructions for a portrait. So I soon relaxed and just went with it. Lesson: Are you really in that big of a hurry?

t_South Haven 4This is at a vacation Bible school in town, where 600 kids a day would come to a local church to play games and be part of Biblical lessons. My editor was impressed by the moment but pointed out that this photo doesn’t tell the story of the camp’s religious underpinning. It’s just kids having fun. Despite how good the moment is, it didn’t really complement the written story. His remarks stung a little but I wouldn’t forget. Lesson: Always check with and complement the reporter’s focus and actions.

t_Fair Jayne 6

This woman is named Jayne Meadows and is about 80 years old. She has worked at the town’s fair for decades and almost glows with incredible energy and love for the fair and the people who come out to display their vegetables and wood carvings and everything else. This brooch belonged to her mother, who met her father at a fair. Her mother continued to love fairs for the rest of her life, and making a last-minute nighttime run to the local fair is one of Meadows’ last memories with her. The reporter on this story didn’t dig enough to find these things out. I let her know. Lesson: See your subjects. Don’t leave the seeing to the reporter (or the photographer).


This is a BNSF railway worker plotting out the path of a car that slammed into a stationary carriage on a track in north Springfield. The orange spray paint follows the faint line of black tire marks toward the train track. I was sent to photograph this the next day, when the car was long gone. I was told by BNSF folks there that I couldn’t show the workers. I went for their shadows. Not groundbreaking, but it was a first for me to be told not to photograph the people on-scene.   Lesson: New requirements mean new solutions.

t_Homeless Count 10The two women in red are social workers and volunteers in Springfield’s twice-yearly census of the town’s homeless population. Here they’re interviewing a homeless couple in the downtown square as other volunteers wait behind. The story was simply about the census itself, and it was unquestionably crucial that I talk with and show the homeless people involved. But people in such trouble often don’t want to be photographed, so I had to balance their privacy and comfort. These two kindly declined to speak with me, but many others were willing. Lesson: Stepping away from my needs is an essential skill here.

t_Juliana margaritas 13This was a shot for a feature on margarita recipes, taken in the kitchen of the writer in charge of the piece. I’d used a flash before, but this was pretty much a first in that the strobe was almost mandatory. I think it went pretty well, and the writer was patient as I tried every angle I could think of, both for the camera and the bounce light. It took many tries. Lesson: Take many tries.

t_Fair pre-free 8

This girl is playing on an attraction at the fair. It almost seems like this image is basically childhood bliss. I saw it only after getting right up to the attraction’s fence, kneeling and pointing my lens up through the fence. I don’t think I’ll ever stop repeating this photography lesson: Get lower.

t_parade 12This man is putting the final touches on his vintage Ford Model T car for a July Fourth parade. It’s one of those photos that didn’t seem all that noteworthy at the time — in fact I think I was slightly reluctant to wait where I was sitting for those few moments — but ends up being one of the nicer images in the lot. Lesson: What’s the harm in pushing the button?

t_OK drills 14This is an image of a high school football team’s drill, where several pairs of players face off in a kind of tunnel, fenced on both sides by the rest of the team. I was trying to capture that set-up here. This was my first ever assignment about football, at any level. I was a bit nervous, but there wasn’t any trouble. Lesson: When people are used to being watched and photographed, it can be a reason to relax a little, not to freeze up.

t_Kids summer camp 2I got a kick out of the look this girl gave me. “Can I help you?” I was photographing her and other kids at a forested park outside Springfield, for a feature about summer activities. When I have to take portraits, which are innately unnatural, I try to make them as un-posed as possible, kind of like this one. She just happened to look over at me during her interview with the reporter. Lesson: Not all portraits are formal.