Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Clarity at Dusk

Whitey at Sunset 1By five o clock, I was rethinking my career path (again). Nothing new there; just the same litany of ills that have been haunting me for the past 18 years. First, staffing issues ripped me from my soft news nap. Then, Eric White and I embarked on a fruitless pursuit of assignment wannabes. For a while, every flimsy story idea we landed on collapsed under our weight. Forced to flee to the next possible lead, we logged many, many miles along the unforgiving interstate. When finally we settled on hyping the weather, Mother Nature retaliated by damn near freezing me at the salt yard. This unleashed a torrent of bellyachin' and Eric White should receive a medal for enduring my endless lament. (He should then be pummelled repeatedly for being so damn happy all the time. The nerve of that guy!)

Whitey at Sunset 2By the time we parked a live truck on a favorite patch of grass off I-85, I was o-v-e-r it. The insipid assignments, the marathon driving, the fretful repetition of countless newscasts; I grumbled about it all as I pulled various gizmos out of the truck. 'I'm a fairly clever chap', I thought. When did I agree to spend my working life erecting these disposable vignettes? Bending at the waist, I plugged in my lights and vowed for perhaps the millionth time to do something more meaningful with my life. Then I stood up, glanced at my camera's flip-out screen and stopped dead in my tracks. It was ... beautiful. With the sun setting behind Eric's head, a thin ribbon of orange settled over the horizon. Slowly receding as the Earth turned, it would be gone altogether by the time we went live(!), but something about that fleeting layer of sunlight pleased me in a way I cannot express. Instantly renewed, I tweaked my lights and checked my monitor, happy once again to simply slather images across the atmosphere. At one point Whitey noticed I was humming and undoubtedly rolled his eyes.

Can't say I blame him...

3 comments:

Daniel said...

I was with you up to the point when you were moved by the beauty ;-)

turdpolisher said...

Damn, just one more reason we seem to have been separated at birth. I was chasing ghosts all day too.

Screw the beauty though, Pookie saved my ass.

Oreo said...

I couldn't help thinking about your recent post where your said that you leave the lighting to people who know how. Looking at those shots, you've got more than a little talent in illumination.