It might sound a tad contradictory to have a planned, photographed elopement. My inexperience in the subject forces me to assume the classical sense of the term. But as with all things in life, context is everything.
Part 2: Argus C3
This is part 2 of an on-going series titled "My Grandfather's Cameras." I never met my paternal grandfather, Bob Diefenbach. He passed away in 1969. His small collection of cameras sat in a basement for 45 years until they were handed down to me in the spring of 2014, still loaded with film. Read more in Part 1: Argus C4
The state in which my grandfather’s cameras were handed down to me is impressive. Granted, none of the cameras had been touched since 1969, but even then, it is clear that Bob Diefenbach took great care of his photography equipment. My grandfather treated these cameras like new, even though the Argus C3 was particularly obsolete even at the time he was using it.
The Argus C3 was made for nearly 20 years, which is incredible. It is hard to imagine any of today’s technology being relevant or sold for two decades.
When I list the victories by Troop 14 at Camp Royaneh, you would think it was our best year ever. “The Boys in Red” won the the Gladiators competition both weeks. They even beat the camp staff in tug-of-war. Myself and the other assistant scoutmaster, Cameron, took awards in every single scoutmaster competition. And every single scout in the troop earned some type of special camp award (in addition to his merit badges).
But what’s missing from that description is that in the land of redwoods and campfires, the scouts of Troop 14 had possibly the biggest test of its resolve.
Working as a team is rare for a photojournalist. The occasional major sporting event might require it, and of course you always want to work closely with your writer. But “team” in the classic sense is rare for still shooters. Normally we work alone, representing a publication (or just ourselves). Or sometimes in my case, I am solely responsible for photographing an entire wedding.
This is why I find second shooting a wedding so exciting. Recently, I had the pleasure to work as a “second shooter” for Brad Zweerink at Bryce and Sarah’s wedding in Hollister, California. We had moments where teamwork was imperative (ceremony and reception), but the real payoff of a second shooter is not having to reduce your work to “safe shots.”
People may think taking risks is in the job description of a photojournalist. But for me, it is more important to eliminate the risk. I always attempt to implement proper preparation and foresight to reduce the chance of failure. Sometimes this means playing it safe. If I am the sole photographer, maybe I’ll just shoot on-camera flash on a long lens to guarantee that I capture the newlywed couple’s entrance. Better that, than miss the image entirely trying to do something different.
With (or as) a second photographer, I can take the risks I normally wouldn’t be able. Almost all of the photos you see below I wouldn’t have been able to make unless I was working with another photographer as a team. By being able to divide the duties, I could spend more time focusing on the groomsmen as Brad followed the women. When I saw the driver standing idle by the Lincoln Continental, I could run over without giving the bridal party a second though. And while Brad shoots portraits, I can set up a remote camera to photograph the ceremony site from a remote hillside. All impossible if I or Brad had been working alone.
Sometimes photographers think “second shooting” is beneath them. Almost akin to “assisting.” A step back.
I see second shooting as an opportunity to step my work forward.
Part 1: Argus C4
You know that question people ask: “If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?”
My answer would be my grandfather (on my father’s side). I never met my dad’s dad. He passed away when my father was only 19 years old, 16 years before I came along.
I don’t know a lot about Robert Diefenbach. I do know he was a navigator for a B24 Liberator during World War 2, after which he worked for the telephone industry in the Midwest. I know he married my grandmother Jean, had my aunt Pat and then my dad, Bill. That, and a few other details, pretty much summed up my knowledge of my mysterious patriarch.
This past Fall, grandma Jean moved out of her home and into assisted living. In the process, her house in Michigan was cleaned out and many family treasures were handed down to various family members. Being the resident family photographer, I was asked if I’d like to have grandpa Bob’s cameras.
This is when I learned, Grandpa was a camera nerd.
Whenever I travel outside of the United States, I am reminded how young San Francisco really is. Despite reaching its sesquicentennial (150 years), the city by the bay has a infrastructure that has been updated multiple times. The biggest instigator of this was likely the 1906 earthquake, but nearly half the city is only 70-80 years old.
The majority of the west side of San Francisco wasn’t built until the 1930′s, with some homes being finished even later into 1950′s. Thus we have massive water reservoirs dispersed through out our sprawling, younger neighborhoods. The same is missing from the older (east side) of the city.
The Sunset Reservoir serves the neighborhood by the same name, and although it is relatively new in comparison to a lot of American infrastructure, this reservoir has needed a lot of updating to keep it safe (from earthquakes mostly).
Built in the 1930′s as an open air reservoir, the Sunset basin has seen multiple upgrades. The massive pair of basins was covered with a concrete slab some time in the 50′s or 60′s and added fencing after 9/11 gained a bit of security. In 2008, the reservoir was massively upgraded to withstand a near 8.0 quake and later received solar panels on its roof.
But despite the modern amenities, the Sunset reservoir needs to be inspected and cleaned by hand. This is where to municipal divers come into action. I had the pleasure of following one diving crew on their sweep of the basin for the San Francisco Chronicle. Read their story here.
I am grateful the Superbowl is over. As a 49ers fan, watching such a one-sided match is like Bill Clinton watching President Barack Obama’s performance in the first debate against Mitt Romney and thinking, “damn… I could have done so much better.”
But let’s be positive. Let’s remember the last big hurrah we got to enjoy at the home of the San Francisco 49ers. I had the amazing pleasure to photograph the final game at the ‘stick for the San Francisco Chronicle. But the honor didn’t stop there.
My partners on the final home game of Candlestick were the Chronicle’s veteran Michael Macor and John Storey (the photographer who made “the catch“). I carpooled with the two of these photographic mentors to the stadium, sitting in the back seat trying to keep my mouth shut. I just listened to them rag on Candlestick the whole way and it was great.
By now you have heard about the sorry venue that is Candlestick Park. It is cold (for California), too far away, and just plain ugly. A victim of 60′s multi-use concrete construction philosophy, the park held a strong spot in my heart not because of the building, but because of what it housed. The Giants and the 49ers in the early and mid-90′s were powerhouses. And both played at the ‘stick.
I was just a child in elementary school at the time, so the years of Matt Williams, Will Clark, Robbie Thompson, Steve Young and Jerry Rice hold an extra special place in my heart. That is the age in which a child choses his heros.
I have two very different relationships with Candlestick Park. In one, I am a kid catching a ball tossed to me by second baseman Robbie Thompson. In the second, I am a freelance photojournalist covering the San Francisco 49ers. Both memories are very vibrant but are in no way related to each other. Separated by the Giant’s move to AT&T Park and my 7 year stint in the Midwest, my relationship with the ‘stick is fractured.
So let’s move on from the anti-climatic end to the Niners’ 2013 season and re-live the last great sport experience at the ‘stick: the San Francisco 49er’s 34 to 24 defeat of the Atlanta Falcons on December 23, 2013 (yes it has taken me this long to write a blog post about it).
This year’s annual Martin Luther King Jr. backpacking trip took Troop 14 to Muir Woods National Monument. The MLK backpacking trip is a strong Troop 14 tradition, involving the entire three-day weekend. This time we camped in the same spot twice but hiked a greater mileage than normal, 26 miles over three days.
I’ve got some blisters on my feet and my muscles are still sore, but it’s worth it to see these boys work as a team and make bonds like I did at their age.
All my weddings from 2013 are done, but I am just getting geared up for 2014. These past few days I went through all the best wedding images I made from the past year and put together a collection of the best of the best!
My godfather, Uncle Lee, used to call my Canon 5D my “third arm,” claiming he never saw me without it. 2 years ago this was true.
But lately I can’t be bothered lugging around a big, heavy camera body and lens every where I go. Despite the previous sentence, its not the weight or size of the camera that really bothers me. I just like complaining sometimes.
It is the lack pay off. 95% of a professional camera is over kill. For work, I use gigantic cameras worth more than my car because that last 5% comes in real handy when there are clients at stake. Continue reading