I was in Charleston over the weekend on a personal trip and found out about the “Bridge to Peace” unity walk. They expected 5,000-6,000 people to cross the iconic Arthur Ravenel Bridge at sunset to symbolize the city’s unity after the horrific massacre last week. I decided to go along and photograph my experience. Seeing so many people all come together at the same time with the same peaceful purpose was powerful and energizing. The local paper estimated 10,000-15,000 people attended.
The new Liberty University baseball stadium is almost finished; the first game is tomorrow even though there is still work to be done. I photographed a practice yesterday and found myself divided between shooting action and features. They did a bit of work sliding and fielding to get used to the new artificial turf.
The Appomattox train station hadn’t seen a passenger arrive in over 20 years until earlier this month when nearly 1,000 visitors rode the railroad into town and spent the afternoon soaking up some history. I was let on the train while they were out and about. I walked through the train of extravagant old cars, a hodgepodge of carriages from rail systems across the country.
I visited Marco Island with my family earlier this month for some much needed sun and r&r.
I have driven by Bernadette Christian’s storefront on 5th Street hundreds of times, as she is located on one of Lynchburg’s busiest roads. But her tiny operation is easy to miss, since it’s only about ten feet wide. With a menu that changes daily and hours that vary depending on when she runs out of her pre-made dishes, Burnadette’s Takeout is one of Lynchburg’s hidden gems. I spent a lunch hour with her and got to see how the operation works from the inside (a rare privilege).
The first ever (and hopefully annual) Lynchburg Zombie Walk took place on Saturday. The organizer, local mortician Patrick Hubble, said he was hoping for 50-60 zombies. He got over 200 stumbling, drooling, moaning undead to follow him down Main Street. Wonderful.
Madison Heights, Va., did not make it on the list of top cities to open a new business. Or even keep a national franchise profitable.
The sum of any collection of parts from this past weekend do not come close to adding up to the experience of True/False. I don’t want to sound pretentious or braggy but, like several of my friends, traveling to Columbia, Mo., for the True/False film festival has become a not-to-be-missed annual tradition. We had rain the first day, but despite colder than normal temps and overcast skies the thousands of pedestrians enjoyed walking downtown from theater to theater all weekend. This, I feel, plays a big part in my enjoyment of the event; I ran into several people I didn’t expect to see, and the friends I hoped to see and I crossed paths many times. I feel very fortunate to have been a part of the festival’s photo team for the last two years, allowing me access to all the events and workshops, plus a pass to see some docs (space permitting). Here a few of the shots that I hope capture some of the joy and excitement I witnessed and experienced. And if you have the means and interest, seriously consider attending or volunteering for T/F 2012. And say “Hi” to me when you’re there.
A dollar to the first person who slips this into conversation.
Sorry, today isn’t your day. Tomorrow doesn’t look good either…
Taken along I-35 on my way to Columbia, Mo., for Mizzou graduation last Thursday.