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The Wider Image

Reuters is a great organization. It has it’s flaws and mistakes, but it is without a doubt a great organization that understands the importance of design in telling compelling stories. Part of my own design taste comes from their design taste and it’s something that I feel the need to write about.

I didn’t think much of the Reuters Wider Image app when I first saw it. Eh. It’s just a bunch of pictures that probably look really good but don’t matter much. I was horridly wrong about that though.

Those images are  told with compelling stories from the same people behind the lens of the camera that took them. They’re from the front end of story. Some of them are entertaining, some deeply concerning, and there are those that when seen for the first time or even for the 10th time send shivers down your arms and spine.

While the subjects range from human interest to politics and war, each is a truly a story that probably won’t get told anywhere else. You know the saying “A picture is worth a thousand words”? I don’t believe in that. I don’t think a picture is worth a thousand words, it’s worth an entire story. A story of the people, the places, the events, and the person that pressed the shutter button in the first place.

Photography wasn’t always an important part of my life, I didn’t care about it. I liked words better…I still do. But now I can see the words behind the photos. There’s millions of opinions and thoughts behind them. The Wider Image app enables me to see those words…not only because they’re written there for me to read, but because I can understand them.

In light of the changing trends with regards to photojournalism, the app also gives me hope, that somewhere, there are still people and news organizations that understand the meaning and power of an image.

Reporters aren’t photojournalists, nor are they photographers. Photographers are Photographers.

If you don’t have The Wider Image App. You need to get it now. It’s only available for iPad, but they’re working on other platforms.

P.s. I don’t really like the video because it states that the lens can now speak…I think that is a false statement. The photographer can now speak. Also, Journalism majors who don’t take an interest in other forms of media should really reconsider what journalism means and stands for.

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Currently listening to : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yJ6DbMnknI

There’s probably about 50 of these “(no title)” posts with the draft tag behind them on my post list. I started to write them but then got pulled away to do something else. Fun right? Yes. Very fun. (ahem. not really)

So here’s what’s been going on since my last post-

Classes Started and I enjoy all of them. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the best days because I’m there from 9 in the morning till 9 at night and I get a lot of work done. Plus I have ASL, Photo, and Astronomy those days.

That’s about it really. Not much has gone on that is of much importance.

Currently listening to : soundcloud.com/axomofficial/worldwideradio001

I don’t appreciate the Syria issue going on, but eh. It’s a reminder of why I want to be in journalism though. Because there are stories that are not being told here, there are stories that need to be told.

That is all I have to say for today. Well I have another post coming up soon…but that’s later in the afternoon.

Here’s a cat playing the piano.

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Summer 2013

I haven’t written my own blog post for a while. I thought now would be a good time. I’m currently listening to 30 Seconds To Mars’ newest album if you’d like to follow along with me as I write.

This summer has been an adventure for lack of a better term. Finishing my first year of college was normal, mostly since college never really ended until this past week. I took 3 classes this summer. History was an exciting one. Microeconomics not so much. It’s probably easier to start from the beginning.

After classes ended for the fall I was right back the next week taking History. My history professor was one of those teachers that I have a very substantial amount of respect for. Teachers that care and teach so that we actually learn and not just pass a test. After that minimester ended I had two days before I had to go back for the next session in which I was taking the second part of history. Timing was actually pretty much perfect. The two days just happened to be Free Press Summer Fest. Day 1 was meh. I left early. Day 2 was okay. I stayed the entire time.  I just didn’t think that the venue was the right place. Either that or I’m not as much of a festival junkie as I am a concert junkie. The music was fine. I also met a lot of cool people, and enjoyed some time with people I’ve known for a bit. There were two girls that remembered me from other concerts…apparently we’d been to almost all of the same ones. Small world.

It was after this that I started to watch, or rather re-watch all of Boy Meets World. It was an emotional ride. I’ve figured out that I get too emotionally attached to tv shows and characters, just as I get  emotionally attached to music ha.  Guess it’s not a bad thing.  Sometime during this (mostly because of Mr.Feeny) I started thinking about all of the teachers I’ve had throughout high school and I started to write a post about teachers, but I gave up because I was just too tired. Here’s a part of that though.

“I’ve been raised, or rather raised myself to respect teachers and the education that they provide, and I cannot thank each of the teachers that I’ve had and will have enough for what they do. I could go on and on about these great women and men that have inspired, encouraged, and believed. But that would make me remember too much and I would never finish writing this.”

I guess I quit writing it because I couldn’t really think of anything that wouldn’t have made me go into a political rant. It was also supposed to be about my decision to go skydiving. Which I’m more than excited about. This past week I’ve felt the effects of the whole back to school thing the hardest. I’m around my friends a lot during the summer, (even if it’s just online) but once school starts, it’s harder to plan things and hangout. Also doesn’t help that someone I’ve known and trusted for a long time is now across the country. But she’s on a mission trip, so I know she’s doing great things that I can’t even begin to imagine. I’m preparing to have a busy summer so that I don’t have to deal with thinking about any of that stuff. I know if I do think about it, I’ll never stop.

It was around this time that I also decided on going to Sam Houston State instead of UofH because I want to fully pursue journalism. I applied as a joint admissions/transfer student and was accepted. I took a trip up there two weeks ago to get advised and loved it. It’s just a really long drive. I’m excited to be a Bearakat come Fall 2014.

These past 3 weeks have been very interesting. I was contacted on Internships.com (a site that I thought I had stopped using a while ago), and have now joined BrightBox, a brand makreting firm. I’m loving working with the Director of PR, who’s teaching me quite a lot that I know I will be able to use for my career. I’m still with TSRN and have spent the past 5 months building, designing, and planning a brand new website that launches tomorrow night. I’m excited to see reactions. This fall I’m also am going to be a student ambassador with Lone Star College. I’m excited to develop my leadership skills even more with them. Just yesterday I found out that I was cleared for work at the Berry Center as a part-time A/V operator. Also excited for that. It’s going to busy year. Just how I like it. I’m also planning on going to at least once concert a month, if not more. I can’t live without live music or just music in general.

The one thing that sucks about this summer is that I’ve been feeling really old. See the thing is, I’m turning 20 this year. I feel as though I’m only 10. I couldn’t have lived 20 years already. It just doesn’t feel like it, but alas it is what it is. I grew up in an extremely dysfunctional and non-average family. The extent of which maybe only a one or two people really know.  As I look back on the last 14 years or so, I can’t help to wonder “what if”. It’s a phrase I hate, but I have no regrets right now.

Thank you and goodbye Summer 2013.