Thank you everyone, you may never know how much your support has meant to me, but let this acknowledgement of your help in the completion of my 20-year journey in photojournalism be the beginning of my expression of sincere gratitude.
No dust or scratches, unless you want them.
p.s. If you’ve never physically spot-toned a print (omg) or used Photoshop to touch up a scan, please take my word for it: Total pain in the butt. Express gratitude for digital every day.
Ok, I’m getting a little nervous again. Welcome to the roller coaster that is my photoj class.
I haven’t heard back yet from either my big organic subject, who I thought was a done deal. And the head of ForageSF, who I’m sure is a very busy guy and just hasn’t seem my email yet, hasn’t contacted me since he told me to email him once I got the letter for the next dinner. Which I did. So I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen here.
What I do know is that it isn’t happening here, in Merced. I won’t be photographing either of my remaining two portions of the essay anywhere near here, so I’ve decided to pack up everything I need to finish the class, some clothes, my web cam (not see Kamila’s face for 2 weeks? I’m tough, but I’m not that tough), and stay in Sacramento with my sister Beth and Ryan at the Hurley Farm.
Sure would love to hear from my peeps.