John Boal Photography

For the past month I have been “enjoying” 3-day weekends, courtesy of mandatory furloughs. So just as I was getting comfortable with a routine, and a paycheck, anxiety has reared it’s ugly head. Freelancing is something to do when you are ready. I wasn’t ready after my internship at the York Dispatch. While I feel more prepared now to handle the freelance life (with many thanks to the every day work of a newspaper), I find the prospect of venturing into the naked freelance world less than inviting. Nevertheless, freelancing can be an overwhelming prospect. This is why I spent my furlough day at the National Press Photographer’s Association’s Northern Short Course. A three day seminar, lecture, convention-type thing where we learn about business, photoshop and anything related to photojournalism. The last discussion I attended Friday was actually entitled “Layoffs and Buyouts and Closings, Oh My! Surviving the Experience and Charting Your New Course”. Since this is my first NSC, I can’t

So we finally got our snow in this year. Only it’s March. March is such a terrible month. First it’s windy, then maybe a smattering of warm days are thrown in to make you think, “hey, spring is coming early this year”. Only it’s not. It’s Mother Nature’s funny joke. Like that joke your friends play on you that is really funny to everyone, but it just gets under your skin. Every. Single. Time. But it doesn’t matter, because every year Mother Nature trots out the joke, and every time I fall for it. About a week ago it was 65 degrees for a couple days. Now there’s 4 inches of snow on the ground and the high tomorrow is not going to reach 30, with lots of lion-like wind to accompany it. Thanks Mother Nature. Your jokes suck. However, when bad weather hits, that usually means decent pictures. The last one here makes me laugh. These teens were sledding, and just like teen boys are want to do, they create a jump and see how high and far they can go. I just wish his scarf were flying out beh