5.13.2008

i'll set the building on fire

I swear I haven't been in hiding...Life (cq - capital "L") has been a little more important that anything having to do with the keys in front of me, the mouse under my fingers, or the pictures I've been making.

Stay tuned over the next few days for a ton of updates from the world of Litherland.

By the way, this frame was made yesterday at the opening of the new Manatee County Judicial Center. White walls and white cubicles make for a nice little set for photos. I'm sure a better picture will exist in the future, but for me, I'll take a Milton any day of the week.

4.18.2008

defining moment













I got a call yesterday to go make a photo of a fire that gutted a million dollar waterfront home on Anna Maria Island, which sounds pretty routine, but the home of Kevin and Pa Davis was hardly that. Kent, a publisher and historian of Southeast Asia, had an expansive library of rare antique books and a house filled of statues, paintings, and memories from his years of traveling and research.

Their attitude upon meeting me was immensely humbling and refreshing as they welcomed me into what remained of their life. Kent shrugged off my open-mouthed awe as I saw what he had lost. He found the same things I found interesting and beautiful from some of the damaged items from his house, and he took me to every room pointing out things that once surrounded him.

"This is a disastrous thing, but it is not my life," he said. "This has nothing to do with my life. This does not define me."

He sees this as a reset on his life. I am constantly amazed by the people I get the pleasure of meeting on any given day.

All of this was caused by a rag doused with linseed oil they had discarded the night before after working on a wooden bench. It spontaneously combusted as they slept. They escaped with their pajamas and not much of anything else.

4.05.2008

finding a lost marine











The camera allows us access to the lives of our community everyday - sometimes it's the sidelines of a football game, other times it's following a candidate around the country. Then there are the times we get to witness the worst day of someone's life. I had that opportunity recently for The New York Times a few weeks ago when I met the Hall family and watched as they said goodbye to their son, brother, and Marine.

Eric Hall was sent home from his duty in Iraq with a war injury after coming under attack and seeing his friend decapitated. The effects of those moments lingered as he returned by to his normal life dealing with the effects of being diagnosed with post-traumatic stress. While watching television one day, he had a sudden flashback that caused him to flee the house on a motorcycle and disappear into the nearby Florida wilderness. After weeks of searching for him, police efforts ended. That's when a group of Vietnam veterans continued their search.

A brush fire had charred the area where his motorcycle was found, but there was no sign of Eric for weeks. Returning to the site, one veteran noticed an odor of what he thought was a dead animal coming from a drainage pipe. He tunneled his way 60 yards into the pipe - an experience he said triggered his own flashbacks to Vietnam - and found a body. When he backed himself out, Eric's mother, Becky, was there and she knew without the veteran even saying a word that it was Eric.

Eric had backed himself into that pipe and sealed himself off from the world - most likely to try to escape the fire one of his cigarettes had started. An autopsy was inconclusive as to what officially killed him, but the pieces of this horrendous story are too easy to piece together and entirely too common as the death toll in Iraq reaches over 4,000.

Becky is taking her son's cause to Washington and trying to bring to light the treatment of soldiers with severe mental health issues after returning home from the battlefields in Iraq.

I was raised on military bases with my father being in the Air Force, and I couldn't possibly imagine having a set of parents go through what the Halls have gone through.

My only happiness from this is that I was there to witness and document their goodbyes, which helped millions of eyes to see his story when it ran on A1 in the Times this past Monday. Their voices deserve to be heard.

If you want to see a audio slideshow and read Damien Cave's story go here:

here.


3.11.2008

on my mind

Yoon S. Byun just started a very cool photo column and blog for The Boston Globe's readers to have their own voice in the paper. Online, the idea takes new life with a blog of handwritten ramblings from anyone from a 3-year-old to a bouncer. Stop looking at my lame photos and check it out:

cold as ice








Foreigner came to town a few days ago, packing a circus tent full of people who (how can I say this nicely?) were not completely sober. Well perhaps not all of them, just the 100 or so that asked me repeatedly, "Hey buddy, you with the band, man?" I didn't have the heart to tell them that I couldn't remember the name of any song they sang from the 70's and 80's until that day. When I looked them up with fellow photogs Peter Lockley and Rob Mattson earlier in the day, I had no idea how many hit songs I knew by heart from my childhood that these guys churned out. Scary.

I can't tell you how many times I sang "Cold as Ice" last week...my God, my poor family and friends. If you couldn't join me in the shower the next morning, you surely missed quite a heartfelt a cappella version of "Waiting for a Girl Like You."

Your loss.

3.10.2008

posh










Last week, I spent the afternoon following cops around in a crime-ridden neighborhood, then ended up changing into slacks and a tie in a random bathroom for the $20 million grand re-opening of the renovated Sarasota Opera House. I was there to cover the ribbon cutting, which by far was the best and worst ribbon cutting ever. The worst because they turned away from the photographers to cut said ribbon, but the best in the fact that my eyes had plenty of free time wander and make pictures of some of the opera crowd.

I had not intention of shooting this many details, but for some reason it just turned out that way in the end. Who knew that you could cover a huge event like this and not show a single face - not that any of these made the paper, but for me it felt just right.

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parking garage

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