Thursday, July 26, 2012

Poor Widdle Piggies

Let me just say up front, I do enjoy bacon and ribs and pork chops, heck, just about all the standard pig parts can be found on my list of most delicious foods.

It's amusing to me that some people consider my dietary habits a sin.

Last week I was assigned the story of a mother pig who died and left 11 newborn piglets orphans.  As is often the case when the topic is anything swine related, my first thought was, mmmm, luau.

The squeeling pack of future pork chops were actually pretty gosh darn cute.

I don't use the word "adorable" very often, but I think I may have put it out there a couple of times that day.

The fair people were kind of weird towards us. We got the kind of reception that would have been more expected if we were trying to shoot inside of a mall.

Mall security and management are mostly cautious and often very un-accommodating towards news folks. . .unless it's Christmas.

I have to mention my favorite quote of the day. From a maybe eight year old who was himself squealing with excitement.

"Look, a midget pig!"

It was just a completely ordinary day in news.

Nothing sad, nothing violent, nothing that might bring out the moody and depressed side of a news photographer.

Gee, with the violent demonstrations in Anaheim and the tragedy in Colorado, orphan piglets becomes an upbeat story.

That's just how my perspective works.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Still Waiting for Anything

Shooter's Home

Crazy Talk

I think a crazy person might be stalking me. Hopefully he doesn't read my blog and won't see that I've taken to calling him (or her. . .aww, heck, we know it's a dude) "crazy person".

I found this note on my news van recently. It was stuffed into the door after I got home. Yup, the crazy person knows where I live.


I'm not too worried. Just remember, avenge my death (but let's hope it doesn't come down to that).


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Waiting for the Curtain to Rise

Clearing Out the Attic I (laughingly) Call My Mind.

Trying my best to just get photos posted and a few words written.  The technology should be better by now, but I'm still having the kind of trouble with my blogging platforms and posting apps that I haven't seen in years.

I can remember when blogger could actually lose a post randomly.  That sucked.

Anyway, here's a few recent Instagram photos that never made it to the blog.

It was a stolen car accident. Not sure how many of these I've covered during the course of my news career, but they still happen. We sometimes still cover them.

As I remember it, I sprayed the scene and headed back to the station.

Tragedy on the 4th of July.  A 10 year old girl and her father were hit by a suspected drunk driver as they set off fireworks in the street in front of their home.

The girl was killed and her father was hospitalized.

This is why people who work in news can be very paranoid around the holidays when drinking to excess is considered normal.  Covered the story last week, but I can't even remember the name of the little girl and I'm a little shamed by that.

My regular memory has never been what you would call "photographic" and my news memory seems to be suffering a bit lately.

I can barely remember what the point of this press conference was that actually had Mayor Villaraigosa and a Councilman in attendance.

By barely, I mean not at all.

I don't believe any of my memory loss is directly attributable to my recent discovery of Moose Drool beer.

It might have more to do with the long hours I work and the time I spend in bumper to bumper traffic.

My days might come and go like a whirlwind, but I can usually depend on about two hours travel time round trip to work and then add in whatever time it takes me to chase the story I'm working on.

Yesterday, I know I was in Corona and today I was downtown working on a sidebar to the Occupy LA dust-up at the Los Angeles ArtWalk.

I'd have to think on it to tell you where I was the day before.  Yeah, I know.  Could be I'm getting old, but that can't be it.

I've always been like this.

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Bleeping Bleeping Hawk

We get assignments like this one every now and then. Cat stuck in a tree, puppies in a drain pipe, the occasional bear in a neighborhood, yaddah, yaddah.

After the mountain lion in Santa Monica a few weeks ago, I maybe should have been on my guard.

If you look closely, it should be easy enough to spot the hawk sitting in the tree. We'd gotten a call from people who claimed the hawk was being aggressive and actually attacking people.

That's how I found myself driving my news van with a reporter to the Long Beach neighborhood where the hawk had taken up residence.

I don't have many photos, so I'll just tell you what happened. We pull up on the street and get out of the van. My reporter starts walking towards a guy standing halfway down the block and I walk over to the side doors of the news van to grab my camera.

I'm pretty mellow. These stories don't always pan out. Sometimes the animal has already left the neighborhood.

That wasn't the case this time.

So, I hear yelling. I see my reporter is running back to the van and I see the hawk swooping down towards her. It swoops over her head and now it's heading towards me.

I cuss. I cuss like a sailor. F-bombs are flying out my mouth. The hawk swoops past me. Not really close, but low like it means to do some harm.

You know,  I can tell this isn't going to be one of those stories that don't pan out.

My reporter and I are both laughing.  Not ha-ha, funny laughter.  The kind of laughter that people who just dodged a bullet type of laughter.

It looked angry.  I believe the hawk tried to kill us.

Animal control came out and talked to us and the folks from the neighborhood had a great time while we were there.  There was no shortage of people willing to let the hawk chase them for the benefit of being on camera.

The animal control folks assured us that the hawk was just being protective while it was nesting.  It would likely leave people alone if nobody bothered it.  We heard from neighbors that it was neighborhood kids throwing rocks at it that got it all worked up in the first place.

If that's the case, then I'm totally on the hawk's side.  I mean, who wouldn't be mad?

Darned kids.

One last thing, my reporter claims I screamed like a cheerleader.  If that's true, then my reporter obviously can't tell the difference between a cry of fear (like hers) and a completely fearless battle cry meant to scare off the hawk and thereby save her from harm.

That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Still Checking Links

Checking Links

Where I've Been

I'm so tired right now, I can't guarantee how appropriate the wording of my first blog post in well over two weeks.

While fiddling with the settings that automatically post my Instagram pics to the blog, I somehow "effed" it up completely.

That's why you haven't seen even the most basic of updates in a while.

I couldn't tell you about a hit and run driver that killed a person down in the OC over a week ago.

My reporter and I fought traffic to the location in Seal Beach where the suspect had crashed into a fence along a desolate piece of military base bordering road.

After a couple of live shots, we fought traffic all the way back to the station.

There's been a lot of that going on in my life lately. No reason for it. That's just how it is sometimes.

Just a shot inside the newsroom. I haven't posted a picture of it recently and had intended to share one with the blog.

A little late, but here you go.

As I was saying earlier, traffic has been a big factor in my life recently.

When a water leak closed down a couple of lanes of he 110 Freeway, I was able to snap a quick shot that showed how bad life was for folks heading towards the water leak and how good it was for folks heading away from it.

My good buddy, William R. (Buzz) Snyder was in town for a book signing at an independent bookstore on the Palos Verdes Penninsula.

Good reading and a pretty darn good beer was had while he was in town.

This shot was completely random, but I was curious if anyone else had seen any of this graffiti artist's work.

This piece was on a wall in an alley in Manhattan Beach.

I made it to the Anime Expo this year and was able to get credentialed to go inside where all the best cosplay folks parade their passion for sometimes over the top strange behavior.

I'm not saying every person who dresses up like a Japanese animation school girl with mad ninja skills is off their rocker.

Just some of the dudes I saw.

I made a lot of progress on the upkeep of my yard this year. So much progress that I was able to repopulate our pond for the first time in several years.

There's about twenty goldfish and one happy wife enjoying my efforts. I tend to only stock goldfish. I've seen the demise of several expensive koi in past catastrophic accidents I the past. Also, more importantly, I'm a cheapskate.

Andy Griffith passed away and I covered the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce placing flowers on his star on the "Hollywood Walk of Fame".

One-man live picture at 11am and noon and then off to Cudahy for political fun with a reporter and local politicians caught doing and things.

Power corrupts.

Glad to see that not everyone was completely wrapped up in the drama.

The mayor of Cudahy resigned because of pressure from the community.

These folks were obviously not clowning around.And there you have it. Not everything I did in the last few weeks, but much of what was interesting. Let's hope I get some rest and have a little more down time.

Oh, and let's hope I can fix the link between my blog and Instagram. After all, who needs sleep when there's blogging to be done.

Happy Independence Day!