Because sometimes you don’t even know it when your photographer is capturing a moment that you never want to forget. I think every writer, every reporter and every journalist (pick your title: I prefer option the first) loves something a little different about this very strange job that we do. Some people love the digging. Some love the learning. Others just love the obligatory press conference cheese cube platters. Me? I love the fact that we get to go places most people don’t get to go. That we get invited into places and spaces and situations that most people will [...click for more...]

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Because sometimes, when it is the slowest of all slow news days, and when your work email is down because technology is a jerk and you are combing the Forks and braving the throngs of squealing children flooding through the Manitoba Museum, your photog takes one look at a kid posing inside a replica cosmonaut helmet at a really quirky space exploration exhibit, and has an idea. “I think we just found your blog picture,” he says. Of course, no matter how much you love your photog, they can’t do much for the smears of mascara you couldn’t clean off [...click for more...]

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Because if you really, really love your photographer enough, he or she just might take some really awesome pictures of you while out on quirky assignments. N.B.: as excellent as your photographer (in this case) might be, they are not able to make your bleach-murdered hat-hair and terrible Tyra Banks-inspired “model with your pain” poses any more appealing.

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Because if you love your photog enough, they’ll get a better parking spot for a murder than the cops do. There were five other police cruisers that did not get as good of a parking spot for this murder.  This means that you can simply holler at witnesses and take pictures of police pointing at things from the warmth and safety of your vehicle, instead of standing around in the Winnipeg freeze like those poor folks with the TV cameras who did not score this parking spot.

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