Bruce Moyer, 52, the deputy director of photography for the Tampa Bay Times and an award-winning photography editor and mentor, died last night following a spirited battle with brain cancer.
New York-based photographer Jo Ann Walters grew up in a small working class town in the Mississippi River valley where industrial labor was prevalent—”nearly everyone I knew had fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, friends and lovers who labored in these lo
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you–Maya Angelou When I was about five years old, I was sexually abused by a stranger … The molestation could not have lasted more than a couple of minutes, but the incident affected my lif
Dana StolzgenChassuers[ EPF 2013 SHORTLIST ]ESSAY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENTThe photographs are part of the series Chasseurs, shot during the summer of 2010 in the jungles of the Republic of Congo. …
I was assigned to photograph Dolores Pittman, a blind 67-year-old grandmother, as she spent the final days in what had been her home for the past 55 years in Cedar Lake, Indiana.
I was to photograph an extraordinary basketball game between the Minnesota Timberwolves and the San Antonio Spurs as part of the NBA Global Games schedule for the 2013-14 season.
New York ex-pat Shannon Jensen is an international photojournalist whose heart and work has been dedicated to the people of the Sudan for some time. In her series A Long Walk, Jensen documents a simple but profound indicator of Sudanese refugees’ journey
Link: ‘Identity Crisis’ in Photojournalism – AJR.org
This advent of the new Super Journalist, the photographer who writes and the writer who takes photographs, is creating one of the biggest upheavals in modern journalism since online platforms gave everyone, including monthly magazines, a 24-hour news cycle.
In this new world, a world in which everyone is a photographer, what then happens to the photojournalists?
by Jonathan Blaustein It’s Thursday afternoon, so this article is due in a few hours. The snow is falling rapidly outside my window, as winter has arrived in full force. To the East, the mountains are hidden behind a wall of moisture-laden clouds, which l