Last week, I had an interesting journalistic dilemma. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been working on a project at a skate park. I had just finished doing some video interviews for the web portion of the project, when someone came running across the parking yelling that a biker had broken his leg. I had just finished interviewing the guy. The emergency crews were already on the way. I stashed my video equipment in my car, and then my cell phone rang. Although our newspapers are small, we normally don’t cover broken legs. But that day we were doing a story about EMS workers, so the city desk wanted so photos of them in action. I grabbed my camera a trudged back into the park. I knew I could be blowing all of the trust I had earned with these kids, but the job had to be done. The biker was not a minor, and I was on public property. I got the shots. Some of the kids made it clear that they thought I shouldn’t be doing it. I went back to the park yesterday, but many of the kids weren’t there. I should be finished with the project after next week, so we’ll see how they react when I go back for the last time next Wednesday. Here are the shots, I’m not sure if I’m going to include them in the project or not.

In my continuing love of all things obscure in photography, I have hunted down a small quantity of very expired film. I recently shot a roll of black and white Kodak Tri-X from 1997. Being a photographer, my girlfriend hates having her picture taken. But since I work to be as unintrusive as possible everyday, I’ve gotten pretty good at sneaking the occasional shot. Here she is, on 11-year-old film.