The Blackhawks shot down the Redwings last night and they knocked the dust off of my wings. It has been months since I shot a NHL game and I was happy to find that shooting hockey was like riding a bicycle. I was telling another photographer last night that it took me a few years to figure out how to shoot the game. Once I figured out it was like shooting soccer, but you follow the puck and you follow from time to time where the puck was going, it got a lot easier.
The top selling frozen novelty ice cream is now a candy and guess who shot the packaging?
The setting sun shimmered off of wind swept waves on Lake Erie as my plane took off for Chicago and I headed back to normal life, knowing that the people who I covered over the past three days will need a lot more than a 400 mile flight to return to their normal life. I flew to Cleveland on Monday after three women, Amanda Berry, Gina DeJesus and Michelle Knight, and a child escaped from the home of Ariel Castro after allegedly being held there for about a decade.
Its been called the most exciting two minutes in sports. For me and my colleagues its about three days of work leading up to three seconds of action as we capture the finish of the Kentucky Derby from every angle.
The last few days I had to adjust my central time body clock to pre-dawn eastern time wake-ups while covering my tenth Kentucky Derby. Even through I know someone who would beg to differ, I hate getting up crazy early to start work and today was one of those days.