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...

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Circle Gets the Square

Fisheye Lens Ever wonder how those courtroom sketches get on the evening news? Me neither! But since Aaron Glancy caught me leaning over something sketchy the other day, I thought I'd better explain myself: The last gavel drops around 4:30. Scribblers dribble out, followed by the flotsam of the day. It pays to hang around 'til Sparkles departs, lest he trip and take out his eyeteeth the ONE DAY you're not there. Trouble is, the Monster wants its meal. Come five o clock a guy you see at company picnics is gonna push a button and up will pop your reporter - who can currently be seen primping, mumbling and tweeting from the front seat of your mobile newsroom. Her shit's in check, but you, you got things to do... Like fleshing out a fresh report. Sure, your scintillating video of the defendant's ingress will fill in some of the blanks, but for that minute-thirty passion play to really pop, you need art, baby. Which is exactly why I burst from my live truck like a man unhinged, desperate to find one of two sketch artists known to roam Camp Edwards in the afternoon. I didn't have to go far. There she was, making small talk with a beefy freelancer as a cable news shooter pawed at her chalk. I waited my turn then chatted her up. She was a local lady, taken with the fray. I was a deadline junkie, itchin' for a fix. Together we did business under that tree, as yet another supplicant cued up for the view. About the time, Aaron sidled up with his fish-eye and sparked all this exposition to begin with...

I hope he can live with himself.

1 comment:

Paul Martin said...

Let's take a careful look at this photo...

First, it looks like you are filming a lady who is bending over provocatively and showing you the very place where the sun don't shine, and you are filming it...

Second, the man behind you with the big stick is quite possibly her husband, about to become another in the long list of schmucks who attack cameramen.

Or is it just me seeing that?

I suppose you get your jollies as and when you can find them...