Okay, you are considering a career in photography and want to know if you need a college degree. Before you are up to your eyeballs in art school debt, I hope you will at least consider this advice — go to college but major in something else. And I would give the same advice to anyone considering a degree in journalism. Continue reading
There comes a time in a pilot’s career where they have to ask a difficult question: “Will this be my last flight?” For some, it comes as the ground rapidly approaches. For others, the question arises as their lives wind down and they take another look at the responsibility of piloting. Continue reading
Humans are more or less given to irrationality. It is not to say odd-defying behavior hasn’t served a purpose. After all, facing mastodons with sharp sticks, sailing canoes to distant lands or attempting to discover which mushrooms are delicious and which are deadly might not be the sanest of endeavors.
Of course, it is this same impulse that drags the desperate to whirring slot machines, bamboozles the educated into pyramid-shaped corporate structures and inspires cowboys to ride bulls. Continue reading
Seeds of Hope has an amazing mission and sees results that are truly astounding, sometimes their community-level efforts surpass even those of major well-established NGOs. This video took almost two months of work to complete. I was responsible for everything from narration and editing to animation and securing soundtrack rights.
To find out more about Seeds of Hope visit their website at www.sohip.org
This graphic was the result of several weeks of research and interviews with water agencies on California’s Central Coast. I worked closely with the heads of multiple agencies to create a detailed picture of every agency involved in local water policy. For clarity and brevity, this map does not include any public health agencies or sanitation districts. Once published, I received requests for this graphic from public agencies including the National Marine Fisheries Service (NMFS). I learned the document I had produced was unique and something the government bodies involved were eager to have. Continue reading
Bang! Hammer rings against steel. Bang! Another blow hits, this time sending molten slag streaking away from the hammer. Bang! In the glow of a forge, the hammer strikes now fall in rapid succession, taking an unassuming bar of steel and creating something more. Continue reading
Last July, the Valley Journal reported on a story about a small team of locals who were building a hospital in Haiti. As that project nears completion, we sat down with the team again to discuss their progress, experience and what still needs to be done. Continue reading
In a hilltop ranch-house with sweeping views of the Santa Ynez Valley, a group of about 15 gathered. Many were Valley dwellers, but all shared one thing in common; their passports. Passports that read like a diplomat assigned to some far-flung outpost in Africa. Kenya, Rwanda, Egypt – the bond among those gathered was their time on the African continent.
The new movement in endurance sports is as old as man himself. Runners convinced that if it was good enough for their ancestors, it’s good enough for them, are abandoning their cushioned shoes in favor of something less. Strapping on thin sandals, slipping into quirky foot-shaped shoes or ditching footwear altogether, these athletes believe less is more. On Saturday, a race in the Santa Ynez Valley gave them a chance to put their feet to the test.
About 30 miles west of Baghdad and 15 miles south of Fallujah, the Euphrates River jogs sharply to the south and back again to the north, creating a hairpin bend in the river’s course. The land cradled between the two sections of one river is green, contrasted to the shades of brown that make up the desert nearby. The irrigated fields are crisscrossed by dirt tracks and a larger road follows the river a few hundred feet from the bank.
It was here, just past a grove of palm trees, that an improvised explosive device (IED) took Aaron Allen’s life on Nov. 14, 2008. He was 24, on his second tour of duty in Iraq and weeks away from the end of his enlistment.
With a chill still in the air before the last twists of fog burn off the canyons, the crew of helicopter 308 is running their preflight checks, combing the aircraft like a forensic investigator at crime scene.
Ever ready, ever vigilant, the aircraft must be in peak performance to be in the air at a moment’s notice. When time or location put a victim out of reach, that is when Santa Barbara County Fire takes to the air. Continue reading