Some “times” I give myself a photo assignment.
Some “times” I am given one.
Some “times” I look forward to that repetitive assignment.
There are some times I photo shoot in the District, some times in Maryland, and some times in Virginia.
Some “times” I shoot in all three within a week’s time. Last week I did.
Some “times” I tear-up in the camera as I shoot emotional happenings as I did on 10th Street in the District.
To capture those some times I am up before the paper is delivered to get a front row view of a page of history – one that won’t be repeated in my lifetime. Such was that time last week (April 15th) on 10th Street in DC to photograph the 150th anniversary of the Lincoln assassination at the Ford’s Theatre.
Some “times” I can’t help but laugh into the camera.
To capture those some times I have to guess correctly and get in position to catch that hilarious moment like the one I photographed in Virginia this past week where I set up my camera on the third base side of a high school baseball game and watched as the 3rd base coach windmill a speedy runner towards home only to see that off-balance runner round the bag, slip and plant his face into the ground.
Some “times” I need a good challenge, a second or third chance to get it right.
For those some “times” I wake up together with my working wife before the sun rises so that I can start a daylong shoot of 16 hours because I want to record some times in the Day In The Life in Montgomery County, Maryland. I did that this week.
To capture those times I make morning exercise walkers walk towards me in the sunrise, or I hand that one more piece of incoming mail to the attendance secretary and make her laugh, or angle to shoot a bartender as he perfects the perfected drink, or record a homemaker paint a painting (without the numbers), or a make a noted artist stop and pose among his art.
It is all in the photos of a day in some “times” of my life.