I never rode a bus to school. So when I got the assignment to ride the bus on the first day of school this year in Dubois, I had no idea what to expect. Honestly? Much less scary than I thought. It probably helped that most of the kids on the bus were elementary schoolers. Here are some frames.
Fair week is one of my favorite times of the year in Dubois County. Enjoy.
For more than 20 years, fifth-graders at Precious Blood School have given presentations dressed as a "great American." The definition of great American seemed to be up to the kids, who dressed as everyone from Patrick Henry to Taylor Swift. My favorite was Carson, dressed as Mark Twain, who grumpily corrected everyone who referred to him as Albert Einstein.
Believe or not, I've been missing snow since I moved to Jasper. I've been keeping my fingers crossed for one last good snow before spring hits here. On Monday, it happened! But alas, snow means snow features, so I spend a good part of the day making photos. Here's what came of that:
Or actually, greetings from Lincoln City, Indiana. My first assignment back at the Herald was to photograph a fashion show that the fashion merchandising class at Heritage Hills High School put on in January. Photographing it reminded me of all of the queen contests I'd photographed as an intern in 2013, but this time, I made the two frames that I really wanted to make.
My assignments have been very blue and yellow lately. Probably because the days have been short and the nights long.
Fall in the Upper Valley is magical. The light is beautiful, the leaves are colorful and the air is brisk. My internship here at the Valley News is flying by. Here are some singles from the first couple of weeks of October.
Fall in the Upper Valley is the best.
Some dailies from September
Sometimes your favorite photo isn't the one that's right for the paper.
Grandfather and grandson in Claremont, N.H.
"Look around you," said an older man. "You're the youngest person here by a lot. If this doesn't change, we're going to lose a lot."
I was at a old time gospel sing at a tiny church in a hamlet of a small town in Vermont. The church has services once a month, April-December. Places like this don't tend to attract the people who can't remember what they were like in their prime (in this case, the 1940s). But people in the Upper Valley are adamant about keeping traditions alive, and they're just trying to figure out how to do that with a population that has a dearth of people old enough to care, but young enough to be magnetic in their enthusiasm.
Last week I had a really rough day in which everything seemed to go wrong. Then I got to photograph hip hop yoga at the big house next to the little house where I live. My little neighbor, Theo, wasn't into it and decided instead to turn his towel into a cape and fly around everyone else. His spirit of freedom in his own little world made me forget how the day started. We need more moments like this.
One of the things I love most about the Upper Valley is how much it changes from town to town. Canaan, NH is one of those towns overlooked by most people visiting the area, allowing it a certain flavor other towns don't have. This past weekend I photographed Old Home Days, which I'm learning is another term for a town festival. Hands down, my favorite event was the soap box derby.