Along with ticket sales, general donations, silent and live auction proceeds, each couple on stage had a box for the attendees to cast their votes. Each vote cost a dollar, and there was no limit on voting. The winner wasn't dependent on talent or even popularity, but how deep the pockets of the voters were. That's not to demean the event, that's just how it worked. Besides, the real winner was Hospice, not anyone on stage.
So, for the story and photos, go here. For a few outtakes, just look below.
But first, a note about one that made the cut: One of the photos obviously shows a flash, but it wasn't from my gear. There's something fun about utilizing borrowed flash when it happens and actually looks good.
This one's a favorite because of the way her hair is frozen in the frame. It wasn't sprayed up that way, she just came up from a dip. I'm not much of a dancer, but neither was this guy. Ironically enough, his song was "Bad" by Michael Jackson.
This time, I caught the dip instead of the moment after. I'm so used to getting as close in as I can, I thought I'd take a chance by experimenting with a little negative space. As it turns out, I liked it.
I considered adding a third photo to this post, but the only other ones I liked as much as these caused me to ask an ethical question involving underwear. I took the advice of my mentors and colleagues, Ron Allman and Bryan Moss, and nixed the photo. As much as I wanted to, I think erring on the side of caution is the smart thing to do.
More to come soon, honest. I've had several assignments in the last couple of weeks because the photographer of The Tribune has been on vacation. I just hope this week has bolstered my reputation, even if this influx of work is only temporary.
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