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Baby
On April Fools, I texted my friends Matthew and Elizabeth who were expecting a baby. It read "Today's the day! C'mon Baby!"
I made a bet that April Fools was the day! I was convinced. However, the joke was on me. The baby didn't arrive that day.
However, Thursday, April 3, 2014 at 5:40 P.M. I received a message from Matthew.
"Plan on coming tomorrow :D Still in early stages of labor but it's happening.
"What!? Yay!" I responded.
The following message from Matthew the day later gave me the news.
"Sophia Nicole was born at 4:04 pm. after 30 hours of grueling labor."
Since I had a big exam and other commitments on Friday, April 4th, I wasn't able to alter my schedule, but I decided to drop my plans for the weekend anyway and drive down to Anchorage to meet the baby.
Sophia is a healthy, beautiful, baby girl. I am so happy for Matthew and Elizabeth. Seeing them has been a very big highlight for me this spring. Their adventure together has just started.
Congratulations Matthew and Elizabeth and welcome to the world Sophia!
Catch Up!
I've been playing catch up since catching the flu midweek during UAF's spring break. So far, I'm almost caught up. This blog, however, has suffered because of that. Anyway, I'll make it up!
Four years ago, I stumbled upon something that I’ve photographed each year extensively at the University of Alaska Fairbanks. I was living on campus then and I remember receiving a photo assignment to cover this event for the Sun Star, UAF’s student newspaper. The event completely blew my mind when I walked in and it still continues to do so. I remember being so excited, so pumped to photograph it. The Festival of Native Arts is a three-day event “celebrating the indigenous and introduced cultures of Alaska.” FNA is worth noting because shooting the event provided some profound lessons as a photographer.
It is true that the chances of yielding similar looking photographs are high because it is the same venue, same light, and same situation as each year. However, the performers dancing on stage is not the whole story. It is only but a sliver of the bigger picture. As with many situations, it is easy to be caught up in the moment. The deeper story is of the celebrating tradition, art and culture, which is being shared and passed on. This festival has been happening for over 41 years. Seeing four years brings in a different perspective. With time taken into consideration, it’s even a bigger story!
Each year brings new faces and familiar faces I recognize. Some faces, especially the UAF students who have graduated, I know have moved on. Then there are some faces that are felt in spirit and remembered on stage because they have passed on in this world. Although I do not know these people personally, it is great to see what has changed. The children grow taller, the older folks, maybe a little wiser. Newborns are carried on stage to perform. Then they become toddlers and start dancing. This is the core of what I think the festival is truly about.
Photographing FNA four years ago also taught me something that I know I should do more often. I can’t really recall who encouraged me to join in during an invitational song where the audience is invited to join the dancing. Of course, I hesitated at first. I was quite uncomfortable and I’m very self-conscious. After prolonged deliberation and continued encouragement I finally decided to set my camera aside and danced. There are many things in this world that one must experience fully in the moment.
The fall of 2011 was quite a special moment in my journey as a photographer. From Fairbanks I flew to New York to attend the Eddie Adams Workshop in October. I will never forget the amazing and unforgettable experience I had. The weekend was packed full of events and I was surrounded by talented and passionate photographers. It was an exciting time and I learned so much about photography and journalism.
Last week I received an email from a young lady I met while photographing an assignment given to me by my team leaders. The email read like this (I received permission before publishing this post).
Dear JR,
My name is Stefanie ------ and I was working at Fiddle's Dari King in Parksville, NY when you visited and took photographs during your time at the Eddie Adam's Workshop in October, 2011. While you were there, you took a few photographs of me and Judy, an older woman who worked there. I was hoping that you would be able to send me a copy of those photos. Judy passed away recently and it would truly mean the world to me to have those memories of her...
I look forward to hearing from you and I hope you still have these photos :)
Thank you so much,
Stefanie
Immediately after reading the email I then began frantically searching the files on multiple hard drives. Hearing the news of Judy's passing was difficult. I was mortified I didn’t know where they were! The chaos of going and returning from Afghanistan later that year and in addition to a broken laptop didn’t provide any consolation. Early on I found a folder containing the images from that time, but I was missing a folder. Having had no luck finding the images, I was prepared to write Stefanie an email of apology for being a complete idiot for loosing the photographs. Persistence paid off, however, and I was able to locate them in a folder within a folder within a folder. I was elated, relieved, and excited so I immediately printed it.
The following morning, I called Stefanie back and gave her the news and noted that the portrait would be sent later that day. She was ecstatic and was very thankful. After catching up on what hat happened, I was curious of the status of the ice cream shop. Stefanie filled me in; Fiddle’s stayed open for one more season after that assignment. It wasn't the update I was expecting at all.
To be honest, I had a difficult time shooting this assignment for EAW. Having little to no experience in photojournalism and with the lack of confidence in myself as a photographer brought some difficult circumstances when I was shooting. At the time I thought I failed this assignment, and in some ways I truly did after missing the story completely. That said, however, it brought to light something I never would have thought about that fall.
I feel this assignment has come in full circle and has now become another photographic life lesson for me in my journey. To me, photography is deeply personal. Stefanie and Judy’s portrait and the images of Fiddle’s Dari-King is a reminder of a photograph’s power and value. It is indeed very humbling to know that I am able to capture, record, and document a particular moment, a sense of place, an identify, or a memory with just my eye, my imagination, and my camera. Now with this understanding, the images I took at Parksville are no longer “just photos from an assignment.” They are far more than that, especially to others like Stefanie who knew Judy while working at Fiddle's.
My weekend encounter with Fiddle’s Dari-King was brief compared to over fifty years of serving ice cream. My time with Judy was even shorter. For Stefanie, however, they both are part of her identity. This is a gift that photographers are able to give to others.
To Judy.
A mom picking up his son on campus.
What distinguishes a selfie from an artist’s self-portrait?
Interesting post from the New Yorker on Selfies!
Aurora Fever
Four years have passed and I don't think I've shot a single image of the aurora while living in Fairbanks, Alaska. It's not that I've never seen the lights, it's just I find myself making reasons not to photograph.
My excuses include, but are not limited to:
The weather...it gets COLD. I don't like being COLD.
Usually I never look up and inspect the sky when I'm out and about at night in winter.
Living in town, light pollution dilutes them.
I'm never awake when they are out late at night.
I get lazy
I'm just too busy!
I don't have the gear (solid tripod, shutter release, cold weather gear, etc)
I find other excuses.
Tuesday night, however, was different. After hearing that the lights were out from Heather Taggard on Facebook, I firmly decided to go out and shoot because most of my excuses listed above failed to sway me the other way. I had the time. The weather was a balmy -15°F. The lights were out and STRONG. Last month I finally invested on a nice set of Extreme Carhartt bibs, and took out my bunny boots that was collecting dust in my closet. Case closed, no excuses.
Was I successful? Maybe.
To me, viewing the aurora in a tantalizing dance in a clear, crisp night sky is truly a magical experience. The battle between philosophies of seeing the moment as it unfolds or saving the moment for tomorrow is ever present. All in all, I am very glad I finally made this one frame which speaks of aurora fever in Fairbanks.
Animal Tracks
I am not an avid outdoorsman. However, I do appreciate the outdoors tremendously because living in Alaska, I am surrounded by it. For one, I am often amazed by its beauty and power where I often I know I may not able to convey or capture it words or maybe even a single photograph. I can certainly try, but sometimes, I think it is best to enjoy it in person in that particular moment.
Indeed I don’t go out as much as I should. My ignorance or even fear of outdoorsy things could be to blame or it could be slight laziness on my part. When I do venture off, though, it is always very rewarding. Often I am very humbled when I do so. It is a friendly reminder that life is wonderful.
On this particular day, I was shooting a senior portrait. Brainstorming way before the shoot, I asked Cody to name places he liked to hang out. My reasoning for asking this question is to find a location where the person I’m photographing is in their element: somewhere they feel comfortable and relaxed. Cody and I agreed to meet at the gas station in Fox. Luckily the weather was quite agreeable. The light was beautiful and it wasn’t too cold. We decided to drive to an area familiar to Cody where he often visits. This area is also where he hunts in autumn.
We were surprised to see a parked, yellow, Caterpillar bulldozer pulling a fully furnished log cabin with complete with shag carpet and a doggie door. We took a few shots there and decided to trek to the top to change the scenery. About halfway both of us were second-guessing our decision to leave the snow machines. It certainly would have been quicker than on foot with bunny boots and Carhartt bibs.
Upon reaching the top of a hill, we stumbled upon these animal tracks. I’m not sure which animal made them, but I certainly loved the light and the lines. Quiet moments such as these tracks on snow are my favorite subjects to photograph.
All in all, it was a very successful shoot.
Will Shoot For Food…Alaskan Style
Early last week, my friend, Q, asked me for a big favor. He needed a headshot for a project he is currently working wearing traditional Alaska Native attire: a parka. I agreed to do so. I figured it might make a cool photo opportunity.
Wednesday rolled along and Q calls me to schedule the shoot with his friend Ben, who I’ve photographed around the university at work.
“Where would you like this done? Outside or the studio?” I ask since the light was falling and tried to encourage him to go to the studio.
“Outside...”he responds. I agreed, even when the temperature outside was well below twenty degrees.
Shooting in cold weather brings its challenges. Dangers of humidity, fogging the lens, batteries crapping out, with the uncomfortable feeling of frozen fingers, feet, or other body parts are some of the dangers. In addition to that, making portraits in really cold weather tend to make people who aren’t dressed for it very stiff and look very, very cold. It isn’t good for headshots.
The shoot went well, however, I forgot my bibs, bunny boots, and heavy gloves. I was cold, but sometimes, I just plow through it… for the pictures.This might not be a good trait to have.
After the outdoor shoot, I placed my entire camera bag into a gigantic Ziploc bag to protect it from the humidity from inside Ben’s cabin to try some traditional Eskimo food.
As I was preparing my gear outside, Ben rolled out a burlap sack and placed a flattened cardboard box on the floor. Ben informed me that the cardboard was essential at keeping the floor, or any surface from staining or soaking up the oils and essences from the food.Tonight’s tastings included dried smoked salmon (which was my favorite), half dried salmon, and frozen, raw bowhead whale meat.
Throughout my time at University of Alaska Fairbanks, I've been fortunate in trying traditional Eskimo food. I don't get a chance to do this often, but when I get a chance, I'm always curious to try something new.
Before this evening I've had:
Muktuk
Dried fish
Smoked fish
Beluga
shorebird eggs
Moose
Eskimo ice cream
I've probably had a couple more things, but I can't remember them.
I've never had frozen, raw bowhead whale meat before. This was a first for me. The meat wasn't too bad...very pleasant actually. Strong, but not overpowering. As I was swishing the meat around my palate, the flavor was very distinct aroma of the ocean. It wasn't salty and it wasn't "fishy." I was quite surprised of the very clean taste and it wasn't as gamey as I expected. Because it was my first time trying the raw whale meat, I must admit it was a bit strange.... in a good way! I always say that before making any judgement of any food, one must try it at least ten times! I can't wait to try it again and see how it tastes!
I commented it tasted like sushi (because it tasted like a good sashimi on steroids) and that it might be really good with soy sauce!
"A lot of Eskimos eat with soy sauce..." Ben commented.
"And Pilot Bread..." Q fired back.
I smiled.
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Read about Pilot Bread on an article by the Alaskan Dispatch. For Rural Alaskans, Pilot Bread is Soul Food.
Learning how to Tumblr
Like photography, it seems like this blogging business has a steep learning curve! I accidentally made a second blog on this account but I failed to realize that it wasn't the primary blog. Anyway, long story short I posted two posts last night that made it in one blog and made it in another blog because my account had two blogs. One place saver for Tumblr with my name on it and this one. Screen shots below.
Here's the first post.
The second post you will find previous to this post. After creating this one, I tried to gamble switching the two in two different emails. It worked! I'm a happy camper. It's a bit frustrating. Hopefully I'll get to work on this soon.
Here's to a rough start! At least it isn't expensive!
Cheers!
On top of creating this blog and trying to learn how to customize it a little bit, I've been trying to scan my negatives for class tomorrow. I'm making contact sheets so on top of the scanning I have to print them on my printer. It might be a long night tonight! I may decide to drop it and just save it for next week. I probably should have just done one or the other. We'll see what happens!
These negatives are a personal project I'm doing on my hometown, Sitka. I'll be posting more about it later.
And they're off! Taken at the start of the Yukon Quest on Two Street #uaf #extreme #alaska #dog #adventure #yolo