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There will always be slow news days.

There will be days when no buildings catch fire, and there are no car crashes.

There will be days when journalists will be eternally grateful that they don’t have to go to the home of the mother who just lost her son, and ask for a quote.

And this is not a bad thing. It is incredibly difficult for a lot of journalists to shoot this kind of thing, or write this kind of story. Sure, some of them thrive on it, but it can be draining for those involved in the process.

Which is why when there are no disasters to cover, we turn to features.

You guys have seen the feature I’m most proud of so far. It’s the train picture from a couple posts ago.

But now I’ve finished my internship at a French weekly back on PEI, and they asked me to shoot images for their new website. Essentially, I had a little under two weeks to shoot a minimum of 50 features.

Here are a couple previews of the shots that will be up on La Voix Acadienne’s site.

 

They wanted shots of the windmills in Tignish, so I spent a day up in that area, driving around back roads, getting lost, and finding different ways to get the shot. When I showed them this shot, both the main photographer/writer and my boss were delighted, and kept showing it off to the rest of the people in the office.

On one of my last days, I had to drive to the opposite end of the Island. I stayed until sunset, at a lighthouse, then kept stopping on my way home to get shots while the light dwindled. When the light was gone, I didn’t put my camera away, and I’m glad I didn’t, because low and behold, I spotted through a gap in the trees, this shot. I’m really glad there was a post I could sit my camera on, because I had left my tripod in the car.

There were a lot of other places I went in PEI, in those two weeks. Hopefully, the little slices of life I found for them will help draw new readers to some of the wonderful content they bring to life every week.

There will be a post soon about some of the stage work I’ve been shooting. Also, graduation weekend is coming up at my old high school, so there will be portrait work, along with a couple other contracts I’m working on (some for companies, and others for one of the Island’s newspapers).

Also, we have a new calf now. She’s pretty cool.

Oh, and I graduated from Loyalist College recently. There’s that too.

Photo credit to my best friend’s mom who was in charge of cameras that day.

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I don’t know how many of you have moved before, but it’s tough. Sticking everything you own into little cardboard boxes, then packing it into a tiny car, and traveling across the country, or the province, or the city can take a toll on you. Not to mention the people you’re leaving behind. I went to more good-bye parties then I think I’ve ever been to in my life, and I still didn’t get to say good-bye to everyone.

Oh, my apologies. That should be “see you later.” All of my teachers have been telling myself and the rest of the photojournalism students that we have to say see you later, because it’s “mandatory” that we all come back for visits.

But I have now officially moved back to PEI from Ontario, and am slowly working on getting everything unpacked. You’d be amazed at how much stuff you can collect over two years. I filled a box will all the assignments I shot over my time at Loyalist, and I’ve filled another box with souvenirs, tokens, and flyers from events and activities I’ve gone to, shot and participated in.

All this while trying to set up things to shoot over the next couple weeks, and juggling internship concerns. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that? I’ll be interning here, at La Voix Acadienne for three weeks. It will be nice to be able to write in French again. After 12 years of it in school, and more grammar rules than you can shake two sticks at, you’d think I’d be tired of it. But two years of speaking only English will make you miss French in a hurry when you used to speak it all the time.

There’s also the issue of trying to set up a job. That’s one of the big ones too. So much to do, and it seems like there is so little time to do it. But before you know it, I’ll be shooting graduations, proms, plays, and who knows what else!

Well, I think you can guess what my resolution is: REGULAR UPDATES!

I’ve been neglecting the blog a little bit (understatement). This is mostly because I was focusing on building a website and getting it hosted, but that takes a lot longer than I expected, especially if you’re doing it from scratch through Dreamweaver. But, living and learning (and getting good grades on it is always nice too).

I have been shooting quite a bit though. Especially this Christmas after making the trek home by train. But mostly, I want to share this picture.

Family portrait: nerf style

This, is my family. They are amazing. You saw them in one of my earlier posts, and they are what keeps me going. They put up with me blasting bright lights in their faces, help me tack backgrounds back up when they fall, and keep the smiles coming while I try to get a shot where no one has their eyes closed. That, and they all have Nerf guns, and know how to use them.

I have a few more projects that I’ve shot, but haven’t posted yet, so keep and eye out for those in the next couple days. Then it’s another 24 hour train ride back to Belleville to finish my very last semester, work at the Pioneer (Loyalist’s online paper), and then figure out an internship for three weeks before starting to pay off my debt. Yay planning!

Happy shooting everyone!

I come from a small town.

I mean really small. Not many people have heard of it, but once you’ve been there, it’s kind of hard to forget.

One of the reasons is the view. I mean, with a front yard like this, is it any wonder why I got into photography?

My front yard

And just down the road from my place, is this:

Really quite spooky on rainy days

That’s right. You drive around a corner in the middle of nowhere, and you see this giant, red brick church, with stained glass windows, and marble pillars.

Okay, so the marble pillars are fake.

But they were painted by Italians with ostrich feathers, so that’s still pretty cool. I know this, because I spent two summers explaining it to tourists who committed blasphemy every time they walked in by saying “Oh my God!”

But back to the point.

I’ve always been a writer, and imagination has never been in short supply. However, I only got into photography in my last year of high school. I played around with a point and shoot, and decided that I wanted to take it further. I basically went to my guidance councillor and said: “I like writing, and taking pictures, what’ve you got for me?”

Then I applied to Loyalist, got accepted, and spent entirely too much on camera gear. I’m still doing that last one, so some things never change.

To be honest, until I found out that being behind the camera meant I didn’t have to have my picture taken, I had been planning to become a marine biologist.

Forget a different branch of the career tree; I skipped over to the other side of the forest.

But I’m here now: 16 hours solid drive from home. I say 16 hours, but that was on a Sunday, in the middle of the night, when it was raining. Believe me, that’s nothing compared to the 23 hour train rides home at Christmas and the end of the year. Those rides seem to be a heck of a lot longer going toward Belleville though. I wonder why? Oh, right! Because I’m leaving some pretty wonderful people behind (including, but not limited to, these folks)!

Or Fam Jamily as I've heard them called before

That’s me on the bottom right, and my mom’s side of the family. We’re pretty cool. We get together on special occasions and have family dinners with 500 or so cows mooing in the background. One of the hazards of living on a beef farm I suppose, but the cows are fun, and my mother wouldn’t give up farming for the world.

(Yes, that’s right. My mother is the farmer. That would be the woman in the blue sweater, who’s been run over by 1600 pound steers and gotten up again. Thankfully, I take after her, and bounce back rather quickly.)

So some goals for this year:

-Pass (I think that’s a given, considering I don’t want to have to pay tuition for a third year)

-Make a portfolio I’m proud of

-Try to make money for doing work I love (but can’t stand some days)

-Stave off home-sickness as best I can

I figure if I write them down here, I’m more likely to achieve them. People keep pressing that point lately, with dream boards, and goal journals, but I think a blog will work best for me.

So here we go: Loyalist Photojournalism Class of 2012, here I come!