The Distance Between Us

For many years, Chris Capozziello would photograph his twin brother, Nick. Photographers do that sometimes. But after each shoot, he would just store the photos away. “For a long time, I would archive the pictures,” he says. “I couldn’t look at them.”

On the day they were born, Christopher was Capozziello Baby A, followed five minutes later by Baby B, who would be named “Nicholas.” The celebration was brief; doctors noticed Nicholas was not breathing and whisked him away. Soon he was breathing and everything seemed fine. But as the time passed, Chris would hit developmental milestones right on time — and months before his brother. When the boys were two years old, doctors gave gave Nick the diagnosis that would forever create differences between the two brothers: cerebral palsy.

With broken wings: John White and The Chicago Sun-Times

When word came down that the whole photo staff of the Chicago Sun-Times was summoned to a meeting the next morning, John White feared that the staff would be issued some new kind of camera gear. A lifelong Nikon user, White feared the transition would be difficult.

The transition turned out to be much worse than that.

The meeting with the newspaper’s editor was scheduled for 9:30 A.M on May 30th. By 9:31, the editor left the room, having made his announcement: the entire photo staff was being let go. Three people were retained for photo editing and multimedia work, the rest of the positions — 28 in all — were being permanently eliminated.

Windows on the soul

Don Rutledge, 1930 − 2013

When Don Rutledge sought to document poverty in America in 1979 for the Southern Baptist Convention’s (then) Home Mission Board, he could have settled for the kind of quick-hit coverage that’s all too easy to find in the nation’s poorer regions. All it takes are a few shots of poor living conditions. But instead of exploit, Don chose to explore. He spent three weeks with Bailey and Luvenia King, a rural Mississippi couple who had fought a losing battle with poverty for decades.

Because it’s fun

It was the middle of the fourth quarter, and it had been sleeting heavily for almost two hours. I was dressed warmly enough as I stood on the sidelines of the football field at William Monroe High School, but I had forgotten to bring a hat or gloves. My glasses were soaked, and the eyepiece of my camera had fogged up; the players were mere blobs in the viewfinder. My hands had grown so cold that I could no longer use my left thumb. If that happened on the right hand, I would not be able operate the autofocus function on my camera. So between each play, I sucked my thumb to keep it warm.

To be distasteful

Among shooters a generation ago, to be a wedding photographer was low on the food chain, not too far above something like yearbook portraits. But today, some truly great work is being done at weddings as photographers search for solutions amid the uncertain marketplace.

At one newspaper many years ago, photographers were up in arms at the prospect of being asked to shoot video. Now, people are taking classes at their own expense to develop their video skills.

Things are changing. What was once distasteful is now accepted. But in another significant way, what was once accepted has become distasteful.

The road well traveled

God had answered my prayer: I had my dream job — on the staff of The Commission, the International Mission Board’s groundbreaking photojournalism magazine. In my heart I knew that God had placed me there. Yet, after five exceptional years, I was laid off in the wake of a bad economy. If God had called me there, was He saying goodbye?

It would take many years and many tears before I would understand that God wasn’t kicking me out. He needed to teach me some things other than just how to make photos. The lessons are never that direct. But God is patient. He has more time than we think we do.

The skill of gratitude

‘I always thank God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way — in all your speaking and in all your knowledge — because our testimony about Christ was confirmed in you. Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed.’
I Cor. 1:4-7 

Smelling salts

It’s possible that nearly every photojournalist is thinking about one thing. The impact of the downturn in the media world goes far beyond the cyclical effects of a nasty recession. Like the tired “perfect storm” platitude, the corrosive symptoms of a severe economic downturn are combining with deeper trends in media that show no sign of going away. Today, everyone is worried.

“People are hurting right now,” says Gary Fong, president of CIP. “A lot of people don’t know what to do. But there are others who are seeing God’s hand working.”

A different kind of rock

When Barry Gutierrez heard the news, he got into his car and started driving east. The trip to Denver would take more than 12 hours, but it hardly mattered. His newspaper just made the announcement he had feared for months: The Rocky Mountain News was closing its doors. The next day’s edition would be its last.

A photographer with “the Rocky” for more than a decade, Gutierrez was returning from a family trip to California when the news broke.

How good is good enough?

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith — and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God — not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

— Ephesians 2:8-10

Is Mother Teresa good enough? How about Billy Graham? What about you?

My dad was a hard-working immigrant who didn’t drink, smoke or cuss. He raised four kids and was faithful to his wife. “I’m good enough,” he would retort when I challenged him to become a Christian. Like most men and women, he thought all the good things he did would outweigh his occasional lapses.