Last Friday was the first time I accept a photo assignment at the @VineyardGazette. The editor mentioned they needed a #photographer at the opening of the Flying Horses. I thought to myself “How easy is that? The place is so picturesque. I’ll go, take a quick shot, and be out before I have a sense I’ve over committed to my 9-5 on a weekend.”

I was so wrong. The Flying Horses was a biggest challenge I’ve faced in photography since discovering that fixer made me nauseous in college. Aside for the technical challenges of low-lighting and trying to capture something in constant motion, I was reminded how personally challenging it is to take pictures of complete stranger head on; particularly being a bearded dude trying to get shots of little kids. 

I ended up stepping outside in a panic induced by the threat of what I imagine came across as cockiness at work resulting in a complete inability to do the job. A friend advised me to talk to the manager and get a better position. I called one of the photographers at the Gazette who validated the challenge of shooting at the historical dimly lit carousel, and suggested I get artsy. I also called the editor who recommended focusing on the unmoving ring arm. 
Thanks to those suggestions, I got this shot. 

It’s hard to express how much more respect I have for professional photographers. It was a very humbling experience for a glorified #socialmedia photographer.  (at Flying Horses Carousel)

Last Friday was the first time I accept a photo assignment at the @VineyardGazette. The editor mentioned they needed a #photographer at the opening of the Flying Horses. I thought to myself “How easy is that? The place is so picturesque. I’ll go, take a quick shot, and be out before I have a sense I’ve over committed to my 9-5 on a weekend.”

I was so wrong. The Flying Horses was a biggest challenge I’ve faced in photography since discovering that fixer made me nauseous in college. Aside for the technical challenges of low-lighting and trying to capture something in constant motion, I was reminded how personally challenging it is to take pictures of complete stranger head on; particularly being a bearded dude trying to get shots of little kids.

I ended up stepping outside in a panic induced by the threat of what I imagine came across as cockiness at work resulting in a complete inability to do the job. A friend advised me to talk to the manager and get a better position. I called one of the photographers at the Gazette who validated the challenge of shooting at the historical dimly lit carousel, and suggested I get artsy. I also called the editor who recommended focusing on the unmoving ring arm.
Thanks to those suggestions, I got this shot.

It’s hard to express how much more respect I have for professional photographers. It was a very humbling experience for a glorified #socialmedia photographer. (at Flying Horses Carousel)