Earlier this week, my youngest son played in his middle school basketball championship game. I got there early, and was setting up my camera. The JV game was finishing up, and it got pretty dramatic.
The game was tied at 26. The visiting team— a set of sixth and seventh graders from a small league that contains no stars, no powerhouses, with no one but their families and stray parents like me watching them— brought the ball up the court.
A kid— I do not know his name— went down the lane and lifted the ball in the air.
I was standing up, at the top of the bleachers, with my camera on my chest. Without looking, I fired off about a dozen shots.
One of those shots was a moment that mattered:
They held on to win. I was privvy to a moment of consequence for a set of humans congregated in a particular place at a particular time. This is why I take pictures.
Now I have a new way: my COLLABORATION STOCK PHOTOS project. The first thing you need to know about this project is that it is always capitalized. The second thing you need to know is that you have to take part in this project in order for it to be successful!
COLLABORATION STOCK PHOTOS
The goal of this project is to recreate and propagate as many stock photos representing the word “collaboration” as possible. Here’s how we’ll do it:
We’ll find stock photos that are sold to illustrate the word “collaboration”. Here’s some at iStockphoto, Getty, and Shutterstock. The Internet is lousy with shiny happy collaboration
Then we will shoot re-creations of the photos on our own. Joining hands, pointing at computers, whatever it takes
Along the way, we might even be collaborating!
Let’s do this. Fave this tweet if you want to be a model for COLLABORATION STOCK PHOTOS.
The lobby ran out of lemon water at 11:30PM. The room did not come equipped with a microwave, safe, toaster, or mini-fridge. I brought popcorn and I had to eat the unpopped kernels for dinner.
They have no pool. My colleagues and I had to go (in the cold) to the *nice* hotel next door. There, I was poisoned by mild chemical weaponry in the form of pool chlorine. The hot tub was under construction.
I suspected tub feces. I awoke with pinkeye. The wifi password is “cupcake”.
The shower was cold and riddled with mold. Overall: best hotel experience I’ve ever had.
Ever since I was 11 years old, when I had my first paper route, I’ve loved newspapers. To this day, S-L and I have The New York Times delivered directly to our door. It’s a daily joy to receive it, even if the contents are not joyous.
I’ve written before about my newspaper collection. I also have collected newspaper box inserts– the slide-in paper/ plastic sheets that are placed underneath the newspaper display on a newspaper vending machine. Here’s what I’ve got, going back to 1991: