Raining... and Occasionally Pouring

June 29, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

I'm not quite sure why good news often comes in waves, but there was certainly some good surf this past week.  Every now and then...and I don't mean too often because it would make me a narcissist, but I will admit to Googling myself.  Still sounds dirty, no matter how you say it.  I do it simply to see if any of my pictures have been used in blogs, websites, or any other random corner of the net. Just to be prepared, I am already studying copyright laws country by country just in case I have to go to court in Uzbekistan to get a cease and desist order for using one of my flower pictures.  Those crazy Uzbeks!  Anyway... I digress.

The nuts and bolts of it is that I came across one of my shots from the National Geographic Animals We Love assignment on the CBS News site.  Many things can bring a smile to our face and I will include one of them: seeing the NG yellow rectangle on one of my images.  That's cool.

http://www.cbsnews.com/pictures/animals-they-love/5/

 

On top of that... thanks to the geese for the props.  Made the NG Daily Dozen:

http://yourshot.nationalgeographic.com/daily-dozen/2014-06-26/

 

And.... Popular Photography's Best of May:

 

http://www.popphoto.com/gallery/your-best-shot-gallery-may-2014

 

Now to keep shooting... and wait to get wet from the next wave.

 

 

 


Good News Abounds!

November 19, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

Like the Professor from the TV show Futurama says, "Good news, everyone!"

When I'm Old...When I'm Old...All images copyright Mike Melnotte

 

Not only did I get sent the final product of my greeting cards from Palm Press this week, I was lucky enough to take 1st place in the Our State Magazine's 2013 Photo contest for the "People" category.  Many thanks to my beautiful daughter.  She has been the ultimate model for me because she follows directions, is beautiful, and more importantly... she has to help or I will withhold dessert until she's 20.   Here's the link: http://www.ourstate.com/reader-photo-contest-2013/

 

On top of all that... I had one of my submissions to Popular Photography selected for the Best Of October.  

http://www.popphoto.com/gallery/your-best-shot-gallery-october-2013

 

Some weeks are better than others.  This is a good week.

 

Cheers!

 

Mike


Hanging out with National Geographic

October 30, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

With over 300,000 members and 1.6 million photos posted on the National Geographic Your Shot web site, I would like to think that I stand out just a little bit with my photos, but I know statistically that's kind of hard to do.  Well... I'll call it luck, or general "good fortune", but I was contacted by NG  recently about those very pictures.  I was asked to be one of three Your Shot contributors to participate in a Google+ Hangout to discuss one of the recent photo assignments, Explore Our Changing World.  I was more than happy to take a day off of work to be on a webcast with two senior photo editors and Corey Richards, one of their finest adventure photographers.  To be discussing photography and hearing about what goes into a NG magazine assignment was humbling, fascinating and exciting all at the same time.  Plus... I never lost that tickle at the back of my mind that said  "don't say something stupid, this is going on youtube  for forever, you know".  I think it came out OK.  If you'd like to check it out...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nuy33P1CT84


Blogging the Blog

September 30, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

Strangers With Melons

August 04, 2013  •  1 Comment

One of the things that let's me know I'm hooked on photography is when I feel the onset of that slow burning, but overwhelming itch.  No, no, its not pubic lice, but that's a solid guess.  It's that itch that says, "Excuse me, but you have struck my fancy and I must get your picture."  (By the way, this must be said only in your mind and with a British accent).  This desire can originate from a person, a setting, an everyday object...but it's usually something that I'll see a few times, ruminate over, then make the decision that I have to return with camera in hand.

 

In this case, it was the watermelon man.

 

He's an elderly black man who I've seen for several summers selling watermelons out of the back of a beat-up pickup parked in front of a  small Baptist church.  He has his wicker chair and is almost always settin' in the shade of a nearby tree.  Doesn't matter what the temperature is because it's summer and he's got to move those melons.  He's a lot like Vince with the Shamwow, except he's old, African-American, isn't dynamic, and has no headset mounted microphone.  Other than that they're EXACTLY the same.

 

So... a few weekends ago I picked up Chinese for lunch and returned home, passing this man along the way.  I declared the timing was right and after switching lenses, I grabbed my Nikon and headed out the door.  Our friend, Marjie, also into photography,  was visiting for the week and insisted she should go along to see how this all went down.  No way, babe.  This was a one-man operation.  Not everybody is dying to get their photo taken and I had the suspicion that this might be one of those people. I didn't want to scare him off with a carload of passengers. Or even one, for that matter.

 

Driving there I thought about how this man might see things from his angle.  A strange white guy pulls up with a camera trying to photograph a black man selling watermelons?  Would he think there was a racial component to it?  Would he be suspicious about my overall intent?  Does he just not like to be photographed (having taken a lesson from my wife in that subject)? All were legitimate considerations.  How could I get across to him in essentially a quick sales pitch that I do this as a hobby, I find him interesting and wanted to document a slice of classic southern, summer culture?

He's not the first stranger, or even roadside fruit seller I've photographed.  Hap was the first, found in rural North Carolina.  He couldn't figure out why I wanted to shoot him, but agreed.  He's pictured here:

http://jpgmag.com/photos/2567074

There have also been fish mongers, gas station attendants and guys returning shopping carts in the dead of winter.  Each time you get that nervous energy because you're about to ask a total stranger for a favor.  You never know how they'll react.  Plus,  I'm sure some were packing heat. That's why I tell people I live my life on the edge, baby.  Awww yeah.

 

One other note; the wife and I watched the other day as the watermelon man pulled his truck onto the road in front of us.  The large patio umbrella he used to shade his melons from the sun was still open and standing straight up in the back of the truck bed.  "This is not going to end well" was the general statement we had as he picked up speed and the wind turned his umbrella inside out.  It proceeded to  fall over and then hang off the right side of the pickup, only inches from the road.  What did he do?  Did he slam on the brakes and fix it? Hell no.  He gave a slight pause in his acceleration, then drove home like that as if he didn't have a care in the world.  He's the honey badger of fruit vendors.  Watermelon man doesn't give a shit.

 

So I turned into the gravel church driveway and approach him, camera left on the front seat.

"How much are they going for?" I asked.

 There was no way I couldn't grease the wheels a bit by buying one.

"Seven." was his reply.

 

I gave him my money and did my best to explain why I wanted to take his picture.  His silence made it apparent that the more I talked, the more he might not like the idea.  I thought a shot of him sitting on the tailgate with a huge pile of watermelons would be perfect.  That was met with silence. Uh oh.  I quickly capitulated to a simple shot of him sitting where he was. He took a long time to answer, but finally agreed with one condition: "No names." Uhhh, sure.  Perhaps this is his life in witness relocation. Or he's trying to stay under the radar of Big Watermelon. Their money and tactics are even nastier than big oil. Both were highly probable scenarios.

 

In the time it took me to return to my car and grab the camera, another customer came up and was standing next to the watermelon man.  I gave a quickly worded explanation of what I was doing and much to my delight he said, "Ain't nothing wrong with that."  You could tell this set my subject at ease because he went from unmoving silence and an almost-scowl on his face to unmoving silence and a stone face.  Much better. I took a few shots, thanked him, promised him a print if it looked OK and left with a big melon in the back of the car.

 

Now, as has been said, for the rest of the story.  The shot turned out OK, but not great.  It would have been so much better if I could have gotten him out of that frayed wicker chair and into the light near the truck, but that's neither here nor there.  The anticipation and experience of interacting with him was the interesting part.  I now had a print and as promised, wanted to get it to him.  I was definitely curious to see how he would react. Unfortunately... I wasn't going to find out.

 

Returning a week or so later, he was in almost the exact same spot under the tree. I waited with my turn signal clicking for about forty cars to pass before I could pull in.  In that entire time, the unnamed man was asleep in his chair, legs splayed out and head at a 90 degree angle with his mouth open. That man was in some serious REM sleep.  Drooling-on-your-pillow kind of hard sleep.  A kind of sleep I definitely did not want to wake him from.

 

I had hoped the sound of my tires on gravel 5 feet away would wake him.  It didn't.  Nor when I slammed my car door loudly.  I paused for a second then spied the passenger side door of his truck that was left open. I chose to lay the envelope with his print on the seat and get back in my car.  I got a little freaked out for a moment because the thought struck me, "What if this guy is dead?"  I just left my calling card and this would not look good. I actually gave a 5 count to watch his chest move.  Making sure someone is breathing when you deliver a photo is generally a solid rule to observe.  He was and I left.  He was still conked out as I drove away.

 

I could stop again sometime and ask him what he thought of his picture, but it's so much better this way.  The silent delivery, the unknown questions of whether he was pleased or not will stay hanging out there.  I can only hope he's a bit mystified and curious about the whole experience, just like I am.

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