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HELLO 1999 "The acorn had began it's decent, it will be 1999 in a matter of seconds" WRAL Anchor Debra Morgan was saying that in one ear while Director Rob Hale was in my other ear, "Robert you're up with Ken, Lynn pick up the acorn, Robert go to the crowd, Lynn---fireworks, Robert the couple---okay kiss her, c'mon man, kiss HER, oh, what a jerk, he didn't kiss her." As the copper acorn the size of minivan sat on the ground, still attached to the crane which returned it to earth at midnight, the folks from the City of Oaks fled from the cold. After standing in the same spot for an hour and a half, my toes ached from the freezing weather. I clumsily coiled cables in my ski gloves as engineers packed up the mobile television studio. My throat was sore from yelling over the crowd for five hours. My ears were ringing from having the headsets turned up to full volume to hear over the party. But I could not help but feel good.
This year has such a feeling of new beginning despite being the end of the millennium. My resolutions are as follows: 1. Just when I think I have shot enough tape, shoot seven more shots. 2. Do seven stories throughout the year on my own time. 3. Learn to use the Avid. 4. More nat sound. 5. Clean my station car every other week. 6. Take my dinner to work at least three days a week. 7. Make the reporters carry more equipment. I don't know why I like the number seven so much, I guess it is because I used to work at a Channel 7. This time next year we will see how I did. Number six already is in danger. Photographer Lynn French |
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Behind
the Viewfinder - A Year in the Life of Photojournalism |
A year
ago I could not have made this prediction if I had thrown a dart at a
map and said I will live there by December 31. When I visualize a mental
scale weighing all the people and things that came into my life in the
last year versus who and what I will have no longer, the gains tip the
scale so hard the losses seem to fly off into oblivion. This year I believe
my New Year's resolutions will stick with me longer than the requisite
week and a half. 