I'm getting ahead of myself, but not really. I meant to post from the NFC Championship football game in Atlanta, but found that time is not my buddy anymore. I did venture outside of Atlanta to photograph the countryside and for sure the piney woods of Georgia has splendor all [...]
Along with several assignments on Friday afternoon, I was tasked with finding a feature picture (slice of life) For Saturday's newspaper. Friday was one of those days no one goes outside, it was cold overcast and just plain ugly. Not good for me. As dusk grew ever closer I went [...]
I'm behind in my posts. Flying back from the Little League World Series in South Williamsport PA., our flight encountered nearly four hours of cloud cover. Being the cloud geek, I felt obligated to make a few photos from my window seat in row 5A. Have a great week. [...]
Ever wonder why there are so many windows in an airport? When you are lounging in one of those comfortable seats at your designated gate (A8) with 963 other people, questions come to mind. Will my flight be late? Will I get a cold on the jet? Who designs those [...]
Mid-summer and everything is all right. A summer sunset with a nearly full moon, Tuesday night.
Sky watcher I am. My head is either in a cloud or behind a camera. When I can find a way to combine the two, my inner weather geekdom is happy. The cumulus build-up has been pretty incredible the last few days over forests way to the north. At any [...]
January, the uneventful month. Except if you like warm days with nary a rain drop. Photographically for me, it was kind of slow. A small vacation, working the photo desk and finishing up contest entries took most of my time. It never stays slow for too long, though. During the [...]
Sometimes you'll see it in the newspaper, sometimes you won't. Dubbya dubbya dubbya is the fathomless, infinite vehicle in which photos are placed and viewed in perpetuity, never to face the undignified glorious death by fish wrapper or folded and glued to the bottom of your neighbors parakeet cage. Naw, [...]
I'm a sucker for clouds. Thursday was an interesting day to incorporate wispy thin, icy cirrus clouds and the yearly cycle of NASCAR at Infineon Raceway in Sonoma.
Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Tuesday's weather in a nutshell. I hung out on a few street corners this morning, waiting for people with umbrellas to walk by an interesting and colorful background. Had a gentleman call the police on me because he didn't believe I was with the Press Democrat. [...]
How many frames in a photojournalists life? Millions. Literally.
I’ve lost count since I started shooting photos at eight years-old with a Polaroid Land Camera (which I still own). It’s a way of life this photojournalism thing which is endlessly fascinating. The trip along the way, now in my 31st year professionally and the last 25 with the Press Democrat, has been an adventure in life. What it has to offer, ranging from implausible beauty to the utterly cruel things life randomly pitches out have shaped and molded who I am. That means I get to witness history. Pretty cool, eh? This journey has included photographing lots of inanimate objects which can be terribly boring. I’ve also borne the brunt of people unhappy to see a photographer show up to document less than pleasant circumstances. Then there’s the weather, which wreaks havoc on the human race daily. So I document the clouds. My advice for anyone having a bad day is to go outside and take a picture of those clouds once in awhile. It will do wonders for the interior beast. Unless you are using a metal tripod in an electrical storm.
-Kent Porter