I went to college to be a photojournalist. This was back at the end of the 80′s when it was still safe for photographers to traipse about war zones. They were off-limits and all sides knew it. The bottom fell out of the newspaper business just as I got out of there. I had computer experience to fall back on, but I still wanted to be a globe-trotting photog. That never wound up happening and I lost my taste for war zones when a good friend was killed in Croatia in 1991. Peter was in the wrong place at the wrong place at the wrong time and likely didn’t hear the mortar shell with his name on it.
I transitioned to more of a locally-focused (snicker) freelance spot-news and entertainment shooter. I picked up a few things here and there, but never really got anywhere other than a few clippings. I always had a taste for nature photography, though. Ask any budding photographer and they’ll tell you the place to work: National Geographic.
Those guys bring back the stuff from all corners of the world. In high school, I had a picture on my wall of one of their guys, floating in a swamp, nose-to-camera with an alligator. That’s what I’ve always wanted to do. It can get hairy, though. The stories they tell are amazing. Check this one out:
I’m still working on it.
Speaking of which, I wonder what restrictions there are on pictures at Cape Canaveral?
None that I’m aware of. If I call you for bail, I’ll let you know. LOL
WOW. That’s what I’ve got to say. Wow. It almost looks like the gianormous seal is smiling.
This was great!