This picture is from an assignment, but has not much to do with what I was supposed to be photographing. These are three of the six children belonging to a Guatemalan immigrant. All of the children speak English; they speak Spanish to her; and none of them speak her native dialect from Guatemala.
On a Sunday night in the Bible Belt, the only place to find people is in church, particularly the Sunday before Christmas. The only other option is finding a group of skaters brave enough (or dumb enough) to be out shooting a film in sweatshirts when it's dark, 39 degrees and windy.
I came back to the paper after shooting four assignments to discover an NCAA Division I championship game pass in my mail box. I was supposed to be the runner in case something happened with transmission during half time, but I got to be on the field for a while. No stunning action shots, and I had a hard time editing my work against the four other photographers who were actually supposed to be there shooting. Oh, well. The sidelines suit me just fine.
I was handed an assignment to go find hunters at 7:30 a.m. on this wilderness tract. Does searching for people with guns who aren't expecting you seem like a bad idea to anyone else? It was raining, discouraging anyone who might have come out. The kicker? The place isn't even open on Wednesdays. This nice ranger took me out in the muck so that I could come back with a picture of something despite the many potholes along the way.
I have never before encountered a situation where I was struggling to make a picture because the subjects were on their cell phones the whole time telling people that someone from the newspaper was taking pictures.
If you're short on time this year, you can create a virtual red kettle and ask people around you to give at www.onlineredkettle.org.
It rained 12 out of the last 19 days here, effectively ending our drought for the year. But with each storm the city lost several of its older trees. This one's root system shrank during the droughts over the last few years, leaving it top-heavy and susceptible to wind.
UTC Lady Mocs basketball games are so much more fun to photograph than WKU. Maybe people here just don't care as much about basketball. Unlike Western, where you have this little, taped-off square to sit in on the floor, at Mocs games you can go pretty much anywhere. Which keeps me from having to look at the belly-buttons of cheerleaders and dancers every time there's a timeout. Woo-hoo! Something to cheer about!