Some people are just, well, on a different level.
In the photo department at the Bradenton Herald, we have a bit of a different vibe going on than in the rest of the newsroom. It’s a bit of a mess, really, but it’s kind of a cozy mess. There’s a guitar in the corner that people gravitate to in times of stress, and the photographers will often be ‘“treated” to an impromptu attempt at a melody. Once, a reporter walked in on a ballet lesson and got to see one of us performing a rather polished en tour lace followed by a clumsy bow.
We bemoan the loss of Tri-X film, while we are thankful for the ease of digital in a time where we are shooting more assignments.
Back in the “old” days, my heart would pound in my chest as I fumbled in the darkroom with my film as a sports editor pounded on the door, asking when they would get their photo.
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There’s no door-pounding anymore here, but there is plenty of spirit.
(That’s Grant Jefferies, our 20-year-plus chief photographer, peering through his plant wearing a clown nose.)