WHILE most of my schoolmates were busy preparing for the A levels during the last months of my junior college, I remember reading over and over Don McCullin’s book on photography, Hearts…
My father passed away Feb 17, 1992, when I was in my final semester at the University of Missouri-Columbia.
As a newspaper photographer, I took my fair share of pictures of people in grief.
Last year, a government-linked organization wrote to invite me to be a speaker at one of the events.
My photojournalism class just ended and I have decided to write a ‘checklist’ for the students, to let them decide whether or not they have learned anything useful.
We held a ‘board’ meeting at our new home early this afternoon and decided, on a vote of 2-0, that if we were to move again in future, we will hire professionals…
Eager to become a better storyteller, I applied and was accepted at the Missouri Photo Workshop in 1991.