tell your stories...here's mine.
First day on the job was sent out to take pics of a lumber truck that had jack knifed and there were logs spread across 2 lanes of traffic...didnt get a chance to look at the contact sheet before the editor called me over to his desk...and was looking thru a loupe at the sheet...without looking up he said "where you drunk or blindfolded when you took these"
I was assigned ( 1964)to get some pictures for the paper of Barry Goldwater at his mother in laws funeral services... Well, it was cold as hell and I was freezing my butt off and his limo driver rolled his windown and said get in the back - its warm... So I did... Talked for about 15 minutes and all of a sudden out comes ole Barry and his wife - saw me get out of the limo and let me tell you, he was NOT a happy camper... But, what the hell, I got my shots anyway...
The only way to properly tell old news photo war stories is to be sitting in some seedy bar with a beer.
I wouldn't know where to start. I can't type that much here. :? :-)
Swamp Gator wrote:
The only way to properly tell old news photo war stories is to be sitting in some seedy bar with a beer.
I wouldn't know where to start. I can't type that much here. :? :-)
LOL...you are right as always gator...got to be beer involved!
Or very cheap bourbon.
ggttc wrote:
Swamp Gator wrote:
The only way to properly tell old news photo war stories is to be sitting in some seedy bar with a beer.
I wouldn't know where to start. I can't type that much here. :? :-)
LOL...you are right as always gator...got to be beer involved!
Or very cheap bourbon.
Now the bourbon idea I like! A lot!
Maybe I'll try to think of one or two funny/crazy ones.
I do know we could always count on the Christmas fires.
I often had to work on or around Christmas and there were always fires to cover. Whether it was bad lights and overloaded outlets lighting up the trees or what, but you could count on numerous house and apt. fires on Christmas.
One year I remember it was so cold the water coming out of the fire hoses froze on impact.
ggttc wrote:
tell your stories...here's mine.
First day on the job was sent out to take pics of a lumber truck that had jack knifed and there were logs spread across 2 lanes of traffic...didnt get a chance to look at the contact sheet before the editor called me over to his desk...and was looking thru a loupe at the sheet...without looking up he said "where you drunk or blindfolded when you took these"
Why? what happend with the pics.?
I'm a scotch man myself, but dark and seedy is a must. And no wives or girlfriends.
Never happened TO me but I was shooting an OU football game and the players were headed toward my sideline...
then past it. All you could see of the photog next to me was an arm, his hand and his camera being held out of harm's way.
Before OSU games, we would get there early to eat a great FREE lunch, pack more sandwiches away in our EMPTY camera bags before the game. Then we'd go back to the cars and put the sandwiches in a cooler, grab our cameras and shoot the game...well at least up to the end of the 3rd quater. When we got back to the lab, while waiting for the film to dry, we'd eat those sandwiches for dinner.
We always said if we weren't working for the paper, we'd make great taxi drivers.
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