I’m heading up to NYC for a quick visit tomorrow (Fri. the 20th). I’ll have my books on me in case any of you purchasers of art out there were interested in seeing my Polling Places Project et al.

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I’m still editing all the images from the trip, but I finally got my film back last Friday. As a teaser, I posted a few low-resolution images to my archive, which is accessible through the slide show below. (Larger, hi-resolution scans are available if anyone needs them.)

Hope you enjoy.

Spain & Portugal – Images by Ryan Donnell

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As testament to the power of the tweet, here’s a snapshot from the site’s Google Analytics page:

Wow.

And please check out some of the new images that I made on Tuesday during the primary elections here in Philly. (The Mummer’s Museum! You have to be kidding me!)

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It was fun and I want to thanks photo editor Zoey Sless-Kitain and Monsieur McCormick for the chance to make the images and the great play in the magazine. Also, big shout out to all the portrait subjects for their patience and willingness to share and to play along, from being hoisted onto forklifts and splashing beer around behind the bar. Thanks.

Check out some outtakes at my archive or via the slideshow below:

Philadelphia Beer Scene – Images by Ryan Donnell

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Just a quick note that the Selected and Chosen winners of this year’s American Photo 26 annual have been posted. I’m honored to be included for the 2nd year in a row. You can see my image from the Louvre in Paris in the Chosen gallery:  http://www.ai-ap.com/cfe/APss/

If you’d like to see more images from Paris, check out the slideshow below or the gallery in my archive.

April in Paris – Images by Ryan Donnell

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Ireland’s Forgotten Sons Recovered Two Centuries Later by Abigail Tucker

I know it’s the day after St. Patrick’s Day, but this was a fascinating story about the trials and tribulations of some of the 19th-century Irish laborers who helped build the rail infrastructure of our country. These guys  (and it was all guys) doing the digging are all volunteers and amateur archeologists. It’s a great story, full of evil, powerful men and innocent workers trying to prosper in a foreign land when circumstances forced them out of their own country. Thanks to the passionate guys who let me hang out and document their efforts. Creepiest thing that I took away from the day: all these men are buried a stone’s throw from a neighborhood of McMansions. Poltergeist anyone?

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The March issue of Philadelphia Magazine marks the end of a small epoch for me. Since November of 2005, I’ve been given the honor of making the opening photograph of the calendar section in Philadelphia Magazine. I haven’t made every single one of these images during that time period, but I did complete a lot of them. To give you an idea, I’ve cobbled together 32 images of images that ran as the Pulse opener from my archive, which represents 32 issues of the magazine. This doesn’t mean the section is leaving the magazine, just that I won’t be shooting as many of the images for that section, if at all.

The assignments took on different formats through the 4 years that I did it. When I first began making the images, we were approaching the assignments from a journalistic approach, trying to find newsworthy events for the upcoming month’s issue that we could photograph in a candid, documentary approach.

What made the assignment particularly challenging at that time was making a singular photograph that communicated the story, but also fit the VERY specific format of the page, e.g., the format had to be slightly more vertical than square and with a lot of negative space in the composition to run type in two very specific places. Suffice it to say, I would often find a composition and just sit (sometimes for hours) waiting for that story-telling moment to take place within my little viewfinder. If I missed it, well, I didn’t miss it. It was a challenge and a lot of fun.

Eventually, the magazine decided to start running portraits of newsworthy Philadelphians in the Pulse spot. It offered me a chance to meet some fascinating people in and around Philadelphia. It also afforded me a chance to test my lighting chops. We, my assistants and I, almost always took our little studio on-location to where the subjects lived. The challenge was to create a fairly consistent portrait on the road. The set-up was almost never the same.

As I looked through the images, particularly the older images, I was struck by how many things I had experienced and people that I had met along the way: South Philly men dressed as Brazilian Mardi Gras dancers, Sixers dancers, Rocky in the Italian Market, homicides in the Southwest, rowing on the Schuykill, hanging out of the 56th floor of a skyscraper to photograph a crane operator, Eastern State’s gargoyles, Larry & Alicia, behind-the-scenes of a mall Santa, riding the Zamboni at the Flyers, flower show contestants, monkeys brushing their teeth, crawling around an abandoned roller-coaster from the ’60s, wudder ice, the Wildwood tram, high school rivalries, Comcast’s video wall, a congressional hopeful, an R&B legend, a surfing prodigy, an artists’ granddaughter, and so much more.

What other job in the world gives you access to that? Damn, I love this job sometimes.

Thanks to all the Philly Mag staff and alumni, the subjects and as always my assistants that helped make these images possible.

So, as a little homage to the good times that I had making those photos, I’ve put together a little video slideshow:

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Photo by Chris Hamilton. Sweetwater, Texas, rattlesnake round-up. ca. I-Have-No-Idea.

WARNING: This is long and rambling. And this is the NY Times article that spawned the rant.

11-years ago, my first job in photography was as a part-time photographer at the Arlington Morning News in Texas, a small suburban paper owned by the Belo Corp., which also owns the Dallas Morning News. I was laid off, after about a year, when Belo decided to absorb the paper into a zoned section of the DMN. It was subsequently suggested to me by some of the management that I should stay on as a freelancer and wait for a job opening, which was supposedly coming down the pipeline. So I did.

My cohort of freelancers and I at the DMN, of which there were probably 10-15 “full-timers,” often worked 7-days a week, sometimes for month-long stretches. Often we would pick up 3, 4, maybe even 5 assignments a day. And we did a great job. We produced imagery that was often on par with (dare I say, even better than?) the staff photographers. And we did this all for $75 per assignment and without vacation, health insurance, company equipment (more on that in a second), retirement matching, liability insurance, etc. etc. (Texas did have the one advantage of having no income tax.)

This is where the story begins to relate to the NYT story linked above: When all the photography at the paper was still shot on film (ahhh, the glory days) the newspaper gave us loads and loads of film in order to produce the imagery, just like they did staffers. We were also allowed to checkout specialized lenses, which mostly meant long, fast telephotos for sports coverage (imagine 2-3 high school football games) per weekend, maybe even per Friday night, just like staffers. Freelancers were required to come into the office after assignments to process film, have that film edited by staff photo editors and then scan those images using company computers and scanners just like staffers. Essentially, we did everything exactly like a staff photographer did it.

Enter the lawyers. In order to continue working for the paper, freelancers were required to invest in digital equipment in order to fit into the new work flow of the paper (I only recently paid off my debt from that initial investment in cameras)  and, most importantly, they were requiring us to sign a new contract, which made it official that we acknowledged we were Independent Contractors in addition to signing away our rights to the photographs we made for the paper. The dreaded Work-for-Hire (mwah hahahaha). I’m proud to say, that for a brief period, some of us freelancers actually stood up to the management and rejected the contract. We had a month hiatus, which my friend Matt and I used to go on a crazy road trip through….Arkansas? Hmmm, that now sounds lame. In the end, we barely got any concessions (a little more money per assignment and co-ownership of the images), but at least we made a little stand.

For me, that was the beginning of the end of newspaper photographer. (sigh.) Eventually, I was denied a job when it came up. I yelled, ranted and ran away to Mexico for a bit. Came back. Held (hold?) grudges. Fell into the same routine, only for a larger paper, the NYT. And then wised up and realized that I was in a cycle of working my ass off and producing good photography for absolutely no money and no real appreciation. I finally broke the cycle, realized the value in my photography and told people they could piss off if they wanted me to sign away rights and undervalue myself and my work. That doesn’t mean I’m not guilty of still accepting the odd under-paid job or not negotiating terms to my best interests, but for the most part, I don’t.

In the end, I’m better off for never having gotten a job. It was a long and rough path for me to get here, but at least it happened when I was young, with no more responsibilities than feeding and housing myself and a dog. I never tasted a steady paycheck so I never got accustomed to one.

A number of years ago, I remember reading a column by the NPPA contributor Mark Loundy on the topic of increased use of low-paid freelancers in newspapers and how that fact foretold the end of the staffer as we knew it. And we’re seeing this come to fruition now in both photography departments and in the writing ranks. Why continue to pay benefits and taxes for staffers when you can get the same quality work for waaaaaay less? I’ve been approached by numerous newly laid off or bought-out photographers and writers wanting to pick my brain about freelancing. Or, even worse, I see them continuing to work for their former employers as freelancers for the same shitty wages that caused this whole thing in the first place (sigh.)

I hope that this crackdown on companies by the Obama administration will bleed over into the media world. Maybe if the media world had to treat it’s freelancers more fairly than maybe it might give them more incentive to hold onto their staffers. Ultimately, though, in the end it’s up to us as freelancers to understand the value of what we bring to these companies and simply reject their offers for terrible pay, treatment and contractual terms.

Oh and since this is a photography blog, I thought I’d just end with some pictures from those glory days:

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Went out with my lovely wife while she did some reporting and made a few new images for my Polling Place Project. Unfortunately, my Hasselblad is on bed rest right now after a frightful accident and it couldn’t come off the bench in time for this election cycle, so I’m testing a new digital technique to create these images. Check them out.

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Tracking down my PECO ad on bus shelters in the hinterlands of suburban Philadelphia was a really difficult endeavor. Shooting a picture of the shelter ad was hazardous, involving a frogger-esque event of running across four lanes of traffic and standing in the road to get a decent angle, but alas, I finally have proof the ads have run.

I also wanted to post some behind the scenes images of the crew and our star Justin, a first-time model who charmed all and impressed us with his seemingly insatiable appetite for Swedish Fish and ability to endure an on-set temperature that seemed only rivaled by the insides of a blast furnace. (Notice the sweat, fans and copious bottles of water.)

Ryan hydrates and then shows Justin some of the images whilst Justin mows down some Swedish Fish.

Above, on left, Justin gets some instruction and wardrobe adjustments from talented stylists Lisa Bell, Maria Aponte & Claudia Davis. Below, the rag-tag crew. Thanks everyone.

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