August 2016
July 2016 // Welcome to Dubois County, IN
For me, moving to Dubois County, Indiana, was a bit like moving back in time.
Located in southern Indiana, Dubois County (pronounced DO-boyz, NOT dOOb-waa) is quintessential rural/small-town America. Jasper is the county seat and the "big city" of the county because there is a Walmart and a few fast food options.
Tradition is important here. Every small town in the county from Ireland and Holland to Zoar and Birdseye has its own festival where the entire town gathers to celebrate. People still read the newspaper and scan the pages to spot photos of themselves or their neighbors. Find a picture of Katie Sue in The Herald? Cut it out and send it to her mother just in case she didn't see it!
Even The Herald feels a bit like frozen in the glory days of community journalism. It's still an afternoon paper which only publishes Monday thru Saturday. Most people get the paper delivered as they are arriving home from work in the evenings. Print first is the mentality, especially since The Herald only got a website in 2010! What?!
Maybe it is stuck in time, but at The Herald, I have time to truly delve into the community. I have time to spend making intimate storytelling images without overbearing deadline pressure. I have the time to spend waiting to capture the moment. Now it's just up to me to make those images!
I'm so excited to spend the next five months challenging myself to make storytelling images that matter - because that's what The Herald is known for.
From the 4-H Fair to pageants galore, here are some of my favorites from my first month in Dubois County.
July 2015
Goodbyes are never easy.
When I attended summer camp as a child, I always dreaded Saturday morning when my parents would drive through the camp entrance to pick me up. I always cried because I knew as soon as I passed camp's rusted gates I was leaving my special place; I was leaving a community of people that encouraged me to grow, learn, and be the best version of myself.
My time in the Upper Valley was a lot like my time at summer camp. I grew exponentially. I learned how to live alone, how to meet people and find stories, how to make better photographs. But most importantly I learned how to be the best version of myself.
That doesn't mean it wasn't hard. January, February, and March (and maybe even a bit of April) were bitterly cold, a cold that my Southern blood could barely handle. I was painfully lonely. Some days I felt like all I did was work, eat and sleep. But through these challenges I grew. I grew and grew.
The Upper Valley is a special place. It's now my special place.
So saying goodbye isn't easy. It never is.
Here are some of my favorite images from my final few weeks at the Valley News.
June 2015
June in the Upper Valley was simply beautiful. High school sports, features, LOTS of graduations and the beginning of summer camp!
Here are some favorite moments.
May 2015
Warmer days.
Greener grass.
Happier Sarah.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
April 2015
April was a month of transitions.
The air transitioned from crisp and bitter to languid and humid.
The snow melted, and new grass began to grow.
After experiencing my first New England winter, April felt like a breath of fresh air.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
Sometimes
Sometimes your favorite images just aren't quite right for publication.
These are some unpublished gems from the beginning of April.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
Learning Experiences
At the end of March, I covered my first fire and wrote about my experience on the Valley News' Valley Visual blog. Here is what I wrote.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
I had just settled in to watch one more episode of Gilmore Girls before going to bed Saturday night when I got the call from the editor of our Sunday paper.
There is a fire at a lumberyard in Fairlee. It’s big. We need you to cover it.
I flew into action, changing out of my sweatpants, throwing on warm layers, all with adrenaline pumping in my veins. Just a few hours earlier, one of my coworkers listened as I complained about not getting the opportunity to cover any of the fires that have swept through the Upper Valley this winter.
Now it was my turn, and I was practically giddy with excitement.
Hopping into my car, I sped north from Hartford on Interstate 91 to Britton Lumber Company, not quite sure what to expect.
More than 20 fire trucks zipped along Route 5 to bring water to the scene. The fire was huge, consuming the entire length of the 250-foot-long sawmill. It was an inherently visual situation, with firefighters climbing the ladder trucks with hoses to try to control the flames. After taking hundreds of photos, I emailed my favorites to the newsroom from the parking lot of the Fairlee Public Library, which luckily had a wifi connection, and headed home.
Mission complete… or so I thought.
Fires are flashy. They are one of the “sexy” assignments that young photojournalists pine for on slow news days. It’s pretty easy to make interesting photos when a building is engulfed in flames.
But what I learned this past weekend is the fire itself isn’t the entire story.
The real story is the people harmed by the fire.
I got the opportunity to go back to the sawmill on Sunday and cover the aftermath. A steady stream of employees and community members visited the site to see the rubble for themselves.
I met Tom Fulton, the sawmill dry kiln manager, who wandered the wreckage with tears in his eyes. The Fairlee native has worked in the sawmill for 16 years. “I was planning to retire in December,” he said. “But the 20 guys that work here, they’re the real casualty. This is just steel and wood.”
It’s still unknown what the future holds for the sawmill employees.
I’m glad I got to go back to the sawmill. Because the raging flames don’t tell the whole story; people do.
March 2015
Town meetings dominated my daily assignments in March. Meetings were fun, but some of my favorite images came from other assignments and standalones found in between the slew of local government proceedings.
It's also crazy to think I'm halfway done with this Northern adventure. I've been in the Upper Valley for 3 months, and spring is slowly but surely arriving. I can't wait to see what the next 3 months bring.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
Town Meetings 2015
In Vermont and New Hampshire, local government is a big deal. Each year in March, the towns gather in historic buildings, town halls, school gyms to discuss pressing issues facing the town. Then they vote. In person. By raising their hands. Or if the issue is particularly controversial by paper ballot. Walking one by one to the front of the room to place their paper ballots in an old, wooden ballot box.
Local government is a big deal. Tradition is important.
Town Meetings are a time for people to speak their minds about the direction of their town. But it's also a time for people to catch up with their neighbors and friends. It's also often a time for knitting.
Growing up in the South, the idea of gathering as a town to talk and vote for hours and hours was a foreign concept to me. But after covering 10 Town Meetings in towns across the Upper Valley, I decided I like the tradition. This is a place rooted in tradition and local governance.
Here are some of my favorite moments.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
Dog Sledding Preview
One of my favorite things about interning at the Valley News is that I get to experience a completely new part of the country. I get to experience a true New England winter. (And apparently I chose a "good one," i.e. snow, ice and bitter cold). But despite the cold, I get to see and experience how people live in this climate. I get to see how people live, work, and play
For my February photo project with the Valley News, I profiled a local dog sledder named Fran Plaisted. She lives with her 13 sled dogs in Orford, N.H. You can read more about Fran and her pups here.
There aren't dog sledding races in Tennessee or North Carolina. I couldn't have done this story anywhere else.
I'm still editing a finalized version of the story but here is a preview of some of my favorite photos.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
February 2015
Snow.
Cold.
Ice.
Cold.
Basketball.
Cold.
Hockey.
Some favorites from my February spent in the Upper Valley.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
January 2015
This January was a month of change.
Big changes.
On January 2, 2015, I packed up my car as usual. But instead of heading east back to Chapel Hill, I headed north to begin a two-day drive to Vermont.
This semester, I am no longer a student at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Instead, I'm a working girl, an intern at the Valley News in Lebanon, N.H. I get to spend six months only focusing on photojournalism. I don't have to worry about classes or homework. I just have to worry about making storytelling images. I get to focus on what I love to do.
The Valley News is a daily, community paper that covers 46 towns in a region known as the Upper Valley on the Vermont/New Hampshire border. It's a special paper that values the power of photojournalism. The paper features weekly picture pages that consist of stories found and told by our staff photographers. I feel incredibly honored to work at such a place.
This January, I got my first taste of winter in New England. I decided to document my transition to this winter wonderland in my first picture page. It can be found online here.
Here are some of my favorite images from January 2015.
(All photos are Copyright 2015 - Valley News)
Week 8: Farewell
These are my photos from my final week as an intern at The News and Observer in Raleigh, N.C. This summer has flown by, and I am amazed at how much I have learned in such a short amount of time. The N&O was the perfect place for my first internship. The photographers at the N&O are dedicated, encouraging and passionate. I loved going to work every day. I loved getting to learn from the best photographers in the area. I loved discovering that this is truly what I want to do with the rest of my life. In two short weeks, I'll be headed back to UNC for my junior year. I'm excited to see what this chapter in my life holds.
On Thursday, I traveled to Stoneville, N.C. with columnist Josh Shaffer to explore the Mayo River and the new nearby state park. It was an adventure involving canoeing and cliff jumping!
Update: The photos were published front page on August 10, 2014. This was my fourth and final front page spread this summer.
Week 7: Nearing the End
Only one week left.
On Friday, I was sent to cover the Lovette trial in Durham. Laurence Lovette is accused of murdering Duke University graduate student Abhijit Mahato in January of 2008. Lovette and Demario Atwater are serving life sentences for killing UNC-Chapel Hill Student Body President Eve Carson on March 5, 2008. This was a completely new experience for me. I've never witnessed a jury trial apart from watching "How to Kill a Mockingbird" and various crime shows. It was a weird feeling to be in that courtroom and watch Lovette interact with his attorneys. This wasn't a movie or a TV show; this was real life.
Week 6: Child's Eyes
Maybe I take too many photos of kids, but I am drawn to how expressive they are and how they see the world through their curious eyes.
When I look for features, I try to see the world through a child's eyes. Things that might be overlooked by an adult can be intriguing to a child. Children are observant. Children are curious. Children are fearless. Children are enthusiastic. I've been known to over-think and over-analyze. Most children don't do that because they lack adult worries. They just live in the moment, exploring the world around them. I think my photos can benefit from a child's mindset. It's something I'm still working on, but I'm improving. I'm trying each day to see the world through a child's eyes, being observant, creative, enthusiastic and fearless.
Mountain Adventures
The N&O is doing a summer series called Best-Kept Secrets that features out-of-the-way and lesser-known spots in each of North Carolina’s 100 counties.
I was sent to take photos of the "secrets" in five different mountain counties. Because my family lives in Chattanooga, TN, my editors thought sending me would be a good way to avoid paying for a hotel room since I could stay with my parents. Free trip home? I'm not complaining!!
On Sunday, Mom and I packed a cooler of snacks and hit the road. After getting a little lost, we finally made it to Deals Gap, N.C., home to the infamous Tail of the Dragon. The Tail of the Dragon is a stretch of U.S. 129 that has 318 turns in 11 miles. It is considered by many as one of the world's foremost roads for motorcycling and sports cars. Mom and I pulled into the Deals Gap Motorcycle Resort in my 2004 Honda Pilot SUV and let's just say we stuck out like a sore thumb. I drove the Tail of the Dragon twice, while we searched for the perfect pull-off to set up our picnic. I wanted to take photos of the bikers who zipped along the curves. We finally found the perfect spot and set up our camp chairs and opened the cooler. I was so thankful my mom was able to experience this adventure with me.
After leaving Deals Gap, we headed home along U.S. 64 West. We stopped for dinner at the Ocoee Dam Deli, one of my favorite places near the Ocoee River. I grew up going to camp at YMCA Camp Ocoee every summer. The Dam Deli is the restaurant right next to Cookson Creek Rd which leads to camp. It made my heart so happy to stop for dinner there.
After visiting the bible park, I headed to camp. In 2003, I first set foot on the trails of YMCA Camp Ocoee. I was 9 years old, timid, shy, and nervous. But I quickly fell in the love with the place. It was at camp where I learned how to be the best version of my self. It was at camp where I conquered fears. It was at camp where I loved and was loved. It was at camp where I made some of my closest and dearest friends. There is something pretty special about a place where you spend weeks in the great outdoors surrounded by people that love the experience just as much as you do. There is an energy in the air that is indescribable.
Last summer was my first summer to work somewhere other than camp. But because I stayed in Chattanooga, I was able to visit often. This summer, I was worried that I wouldn't get a chance to visit my favorite place on earth. But because I passed camp four times on my way to and from my assignments, I knew I was going to be able to make it happen. I didn't tell any of my friends at camp that I was coming. I just arrived and surprised them. It made my heart happy to spend the afternoon and evening in a place that means the world to me with people that mean the world to me.
Week 5: Waves
This week started off a little slower than usual. Because I worked last weekend, I had Monday and Tuesday off. The end of this week was pretty slow on the news front, so I didn't have very many assignments. Maybe I'm just starting to dream about the beach, but I like to think that daily news assignments are a lot like ocean waves. Some weeks I am scrambling just to keep my head above water, flying from one assignment to the next. I feel important and needed. Then the next week, I struggle to find my own news because the newsroom is pretty quiet. In those quieter moments, I question my own abilities; I question my importance. Yet like ocean waves, the assignments will build up again and eventually come crashing down over the newsroom. This week might have been a lull in the waves, but who knows what next week will bring? I'm here to experience all facets of newspaper photojournalism, waves and all.
Week 4: Halfway
Halfway. 4 weeks done; 4 weeks to go.
Tuesday: The Carolina Railhawks played the LA Galaxy in Cary, Tuesday night. It was fun to cover a professional soccer game during the World Cup because energy was high. There were a lot of fans and occasionally a U-S-A chant broke out.