In the air tonight
Well I remember, I remember don’t worry
How could I ever forget, its the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you dont fool me
The hurt doesn’t show; but the pain still grows
Its no stranger to you or me
Cue drum solo.
This past Thursday night cued the start of prep football season with Jamborees. I covered two of the small town events. The first one was Thursday night in Vinton, a small town on the edge of Texas. Standing there on the field, I hear the distinctive intro to Phil Collins’ In the Air Tonight, circa 1981. Instantly I am back in high school with my OM-1 and a hand-full of Kodak Tri-X.
Much has changed in photojournalism since the 80’s. I used to spend hours practicing my manual focus skills (which still come
s in handy at times). Although film still is near and dear to my heart, rushing to develop film and then prints added at least an hour to post-game requirements. The other nice thing about digital is knowing you have a shot–instant gratification or grief depending on your luck.
I posted slideshows for all the jamborees on American press.com. Here are my two: Vinton and Jennings. Having some daylight made for nicer photos. I dream of the day I can use a new camera with expanded ISO capabilities.
