Yep…I must be bored. Again. Decided to go back in time and start re-posting some of the oldies but goodies. Shake things up a bit and maybe re-find my love of writing by getting some inspiration from when it all clicked. So we’ll begin with two from 2006. My first blog posting. Hello world! Plus […]Read more "Digging into the archives 5.5.16"
The blessing and bane of being a VJ is getting paid to do what you love. If you’re lucky, you have a staff job with an understanding news director or editor who knows that you will give your all if s/he treats you right. That means a living wage and a reasonable amount of time […]Read more "Freelance VJ sites"
Comes the day when we all have to retire…from work. At that point are we still journalists? Or former journalists? Or do we morph into something else as we settle into our new lifestyle. My life is divided into segments. Child. Student. Photographer. Broadcast news cameraman. Teacher. Freelance VJ. And now retired…and no longer a […]Read more "When you are no longer a journalist…"
There are some people who pass through your life who leave an indelible impression which forever changes who you are and will become. In my case it was Delta College photography professor Edwin Schwyn, who took an extremely shy little high school girl with an unabashed passion for photography and gave her a breadth and […]Read more "Indelible…"
…into that good night. A poem read in high school that stayed with me… Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked […]Read more "Do Not Go Gentle…"
Videojournalism or reporting visually can make you highly visible. There ya are: camera in hand, mike out. You’re gathering news to put up…somewhere. On the web, on TV, whatever. So folks see you with that gear and think, “Hey, I can do THAT!” Piece of cake. That’s the visible part of your job. The invisible […]Read more "Invisible work…"
I pulled into the parking lot and the first memory hit. A bunch of drunken fishermen just before the 11 o’clock show pushing the buzzer non-stop. They’d caught a 6 foot sturgeon and they wanted it on TV. Now. Second memory as I got out of the car. Being walked to my vehicle after the […]Read more "Time traveler…"
Over the past decade I’ve been toying with making fiction stories…not news, but actual films. It began when I was teaching high school broadcasting and had my students team up to enter the 48 Hour Film Project 48 Hour Film Project. Then after I retired from teaching I joined up with some talented teams as a […]Read more "Drifting with the current…"