Veterans Memorial and Museum and Stacy Pearsall To my photographer friends it is important that you travel to Columbus to see the National Veterans Memorial and Museum with its grand display of veteran's portraits by Veterans Portrait Project's Stacy Pearsall....
The Westerville Community Center crew and staff poses at groundbreaking for additions to the center.
Construction at Envoy’s Elevate Office co-working building across the street from the Renaissance Hotel.
A few of the bikers that made up the escort for the Eyes of Freedom memorial for Lima Company to the Circleville Pumpkin Show.
Faces at Westerville Community Culture Day celebrating Westerville’s diversity and the experience of its residents and immigrants.
What made this photo so difficult wasn’t the promise to my wife, or having to stand in and near late afternoon traffic on Sunbury Road. Qfm96 was playing “Free Bird.” I gave up “Free Bird” to make photos of the Westerville Electric crew installing Hendrix cable. I gave up Lynyrd Skynyrd for a photo.
Everyone stood in the same shadow last night. The shadow of governance, politics, policy, opinion, and decisions. The meeting chamber inside city hall serves many purposes. At least twice a month Westerville city council holds public meetings to decide law and proclaim the city’s greatness. Once a week a magistrate determines justice for accused offenders during Mayor’s Court. Wednesday night it was the planning commission.
One day I brought Bob a copy of Time magazine with a cover story about golf becoming a global phenomenon. Knowing Bob’s affection for the sport I offered it as a way of showing my understanding of his pleasures. And, perhaps to soften him up a bit.
There’s a constant for photographers. It’s waiting, patiently watching, knowing where to stand, where to look. To know the right place. To know that the moment will happen. It always does.
My photo from the crash illustrates a Smithsonian Magazine story about the impact on the people who lived on the country road where it happened. Still in the first month of my probationary period at The AP and alone in the office, it was the event that signaled “Welcome to The AP” for me. I passed probation this day. Next time you see me ask about the plywood sitting in front of this house.