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Photographing Small Business Saturday for the Chattanooga Times Free Press & localvores everywhere.
Shake ya tailfeather
Ira Ray is dying.
There’s really no nice way to say it. Ira’s 85 (by her best estimate) and has a host of health problems, including a severe lung condition, that have put her under hospice care in her home.
But Ira Ray has lived.
Ira’s raised seven children, two grandchildren and a chubby chihuahua mix named Prada. She’s been through two husbands and two mill jobs– the first job was to support the family amid her first husband’s drinking and at the second job Ira met her second husband. When that husband aged and fell ill, Ira nursed him herself.
Ira says she’s not used to people taking care of her, but in the time we’ve spent together, I’ve seen only a beautiful give and take. Ira may not be able to “get in the kitchen and cook some supper,” the way she wants to, but she’s got great stories and even better advice.
Such is the case with her quilt. Her final quilt.
Ira had sewn the individual squares as her health began deteriorating, but is now in such bad shape she can’t stitch it all together. When they heard about this, volunteers from Hospice of Chattanooga began coming to lend their hands and needles to the task.
Both parties call one another a blessing, both parties say they feel lucky to have met one another. Both parties tell me I’m not allowed to repeat the gossip I hear during their sewing sessions.
I am so honored they’ve trusted me to document the story.
To see more from the story, watch my multimedia piece on Ira and read my article for the Times Free Press below the break.
To Friday night lights.
Photos for the Chattanooga Times Free Press
The dregs of fair weather and fair season here in Tennessee.
Photos for the Chattanooga Times Free Press.
11 a.m. at the Chattanooga TImes Free Press.
"Hey, I’m sorry, but I’ve got another assignment for you after your 12:30."
Another assignment meant that rather than carpooling with a reporter, I’d have to drive alone to my already far away first assignment so I could scurry straight to the second one. Another assignment also turned my lunch break into a quickly fading pipe dream.
"Yeah, there are some otters right now at the…"
I’ll be honest, after this point I didn’t hear much else because my mind was already racing in circles, mostly alternating shouting “OTTERS!” and “CUTE!” very, very quickly.
I was going to get up close and personal with arguably the cutest animals at any given zoo. These particular little guys (and girl) are being kept and trained at a nature center while Chattanooga’s aquarium prepares their forever home. Photographing them I learned two things about otters: they move quickly and eat ferociously (every picture I took of an otter eating was terrifying).
My add-on assignment turned into a magical interlude to my day, although I had no idea the story the paper was running was going to be so…er…dramatic. I take secret joy in any headline we print that could simultaneously be in The Onion.
And otter scandal aside, the rest of the brood are still, allegedly, cute as can be.
Read the full story yourself
Outtakes from a canine costume contest I shot today.
My photo was picked up by the New York Times and I’ve never squealed louder in an office setting before. The New York Times has always been my journalistic North Star and to have my work come up when I search the site with my name is surreal to say the least.
I’m sure it didn’t occur to whichever editor pulled my photo from the wire that they’d make an intern at a Chattanooga newspaper so unbelievably proud.
Every year on one of its last days, the Chattanooga public pool opens its doors to people and pooches alike to benefit the local animal shelter. I went with my pet camera in tow and got away with slobber-soaked pants, one chewed shoe and a few shots I’m pretty happy with.
I thought I was having a really rough day. But then I met Antonietta at a bus stop with her four sons. She had been out all day looking for work and was now on her way home, no prospects in hand and cranky toddlers in tow. I asked how her day was.
"Oh it’s been good. It’s always nice when I get to spend time with my family."
I like slow, late mornings. And yet, for some reason, I decided a profile of an early morning baker would be a good idea. Maybe my love of gluten overrode my sordid affair with my snooze button. I can’t pretend to always know my thought process.
I was five minutes late and was still only semi-conscious. But I’m glad I made it.
Sara Lanham, the baker at Niedlov’s Breadworks, is exactly how I picture a morning person. She has a serene presence, a soft, musical laugh and a kind face. Quick to smile, Sara worked all morning with a graceful industry I can only hope to achieve by noon. She also has beautiful tattoos and was very patient with my incessant shutter clicks (this doesn’t make her a morning person, just a good one in general).
After a couple hours witnessing the magic that results from the combination of yeast and heat, I couldn’t resist a flaky almond croissant on my way out. Just to keep the experience present while I wrote, you know?
See my story– and listen to it in Sara’s own words– here: http://www.timesfreepress.com/moment/
Or read the text below the break
Although I’m always attracted to geometrics and patterns (bonus points for geometric patterns), I am especially captured by circles. The strength of clean lines tempered by a delicate curve– full simplicity, shapely perfection. Circles that crop up on photo assignments are no exceptions.
Portraits of the poet.
[He looks very sad here, but I promise he’s often smiling]