Covering a basketball game, Brainerd girls vs Sartell, I saw this adorable little kid and couldn’t help it - I had to take a few pics. As I was watching the game, out of the corner of my eye, this little guy was climbing up and down the bleacher steps, flirting with the girls and, every once in awhile, making a break for it out the gym door and down the hallway. Plus, it was a beautiful backdrop of bleachers creating strong lines and an intriguing repetitive pattern.
I figured this out after I saw a story about a photograph of the Rhine river by Andreas Gursky that sold for $4.3 MILLION DOLLARS! The most expensive photograph ever sold at an auction.
I've uploaded the photo for your viewing pleasure… or perhaps, as in my case, your viewing annoyance. Now, I'm not saying it's a bad photo, art being subjective, but I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that seven figures for one print is a tad excessive.
I was on my way to an assignment in Jenkins to get pictures of an orchard and quite suddenly found myself stuck in Road Construction Purgatory for the sin of believing that I could go from Nisswa to Pequot Lakes without any trouble. Silly me.
Never fails – every year that I’ve worked at the Dispatch I suddenly have the urge in the middle of the winter to start tunneling through the snow mountain that sits directly between our building and the Wendy’s right across the street.
Last week I went on my very first cruise. About six weeks earlier one of my friends had spotted an unbelievably good deal on a five night Royal Caribbean Cruise with stops in Grand Cayman and Cozumel. At only $275 a ticket – it was too good to pass up. So, after a mad scramble to get my passport and time off at work, I left on my trip.
It was a heartwarming sight to see so many people at the Minnesota Veterans Cemetery for the event I was covering at Camp Ripley. Of course, my heart was the only thing that was warm since it was about 10 degrees Fahrenheit with blizzard-like winds while wreaths were being placed by headstones.
And I would not recommend getting emotional and tearing up when there is a wind chill dropping the temperature below zero. It's not pleasant.
The powers that be have been threatening to give us blogs for a while now so I shouldn't be so shocked about the whole thing. And yet I found myself surprised about the prospect. As a photographer I don't write a lot - mostly captions and an odd story or two.
"This will be neat," I thought to myself. "They'll be paying me to talk about myself."
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. "I have lots of stories! Pshaw! This will be easy."