Remember report cards?

Late winter and early spring is when many photojournalists think they get their grades, because that's when most annual contests are judged.

Getting ready for contests is like getting ready for final exams...the deadlines come at the same time every year, but photographers are often unprepared until the last minute, when they frantically poke through electronic archives and negative files, looking for their best work of the year.

Last week, Liana Cooper, Jim Slosiarek, and I pulled copies of newspapers from last year from "the morgue," a basement storage room at The Journal Times, for our first contest of the season, the Milwaukee Press Club contest. The contest is judged from tearsheets. Some photographers think that contests judged on tearsheets or "clips," are the best kind, because they are based on what the readers have plopped on their front porch every morning.

 

Other contests are judged from disks, from prints, or from slides. My favorite one, the Wisconsin News Photographers Association (WNPA) contest, is judged from mounted 11x14 prints which are displayed on huge racks for judges, contestants, and observers to linger over.

That contest is my favorite one, because there is so much opportunity to involve people in the judging process and in the photos themmselves. They can hold the prints and study them and read the captions on the back before the judging starts. All the winning entries are then displayed on the racks the next day for seminar participants and guests at the contest and seminar hotel headquarters to study. For me, that beats having pictures flash in sequence on a projection screen or a computer monitor, the way I still prefer to hold a newspaper, magazine, or book in my hand, rather than be limited to reading things on the Internet.


John Ahlhauser, left, Nancy Andrews, and Scott Lewis judge the 1998 Wisconsin News Photographers Association POY (Pictures of the Year) contest in Madison, June 12, 1998. They have asked contest chairman Bill Olmsted to take a print off the judging racks and read thm the caption which is pasted on the back. No captions or entry labels are allowed on the fronts of the mounted prints. Photo by Joseph W. Jackson III. (c) 1998 Wisconsin State Journal

I've been on both sides of contests, as a contestant and as a judge. As a contestant, your emotions go up and down and the judges look over dozens of competing entries. Your hopes rise as they linger over a favorite picture of yours, they fall when they skip over your entries. As a judge, you are aware of the responsibility you have to try to evaluate work that means so very much to the entrants, in a limited amount of time.

Egos, career hopes, and listings for resumes are among the things that are at stake. There is a give and take between judges as they look at the photos. Sometimes there is a fair amount of horse trading..."I'll give you that one for second place if you move this one which you wanted to eliminate up to an honorable mention."

While contests are important to many photographers, they have to be put in perspective. Tom Hubbard, who has retired from a career as a working photojournalist and a teacher, has observed that a certain number of entries in a given contest reflect photographers trying to imitate what won last year. Not only should their work be more significant than merely imitating a formula, but they are also forgetting two considerations: first, that there will be an entirely different set of judges with different perspectives the next year; and second, that the same set of judges might judge the same photos differently a week earlier or later.

I learned how subjective contest judging is early in 1981 when I won the WNPA Clip Contest Photographer of the Year award. That contest is judged monthly, so I was confident that winning the clip contest meant I would do very well in the more prestigious annual print contest. After all, if 12 different sets of judges liked my work from the past year, I was bound to do well with 11x14 prints of the same photos. I was also dead wrong about my presumption. The 13th set of judges didn't like any of my photos. Some people question the importance of contests. While some photographers seem to live and die by them, others don't bother to enter. I remember the morning in 1979 when I was flush with confidence after winning a first place award over the weekend in the WNPA print contest. Our then-photo editor was nearby and growled, "Yeah, that's great, but that was for last year's pictures, and I want to know what he has for tomorrow's paper."
Contest entries in the Sports Action category are displayed on racks before judging begins in the Wisconsin News Photographers Association annual Photographer of the Year competition in Madison, Wis. Photo by Joseph W. Jackson III (c) 1998 Wisconsin State Journal

Bill Lizdas, a staff photographer at the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, was named WNPA's Photographer of the Year when he worked at the Racine Journal Times in 1977. He told me that he entered only pictures that he liked...some of which people said didn't have a chance of winning. He wasn't interested in playing the game of trying to guess what judges might or might not like. He won the title, a new camera, and a ticket to a new job.

I've always used contests as a way to look back at my work from the last year and see where I've been. We tend to think that we are only as good as the last assignment we shot. Preparing for a contest lets us look at dozens of those "last assignments" and put our work in perspective.

As a photo editor, I also look at another kind of contest, the one that our staff enters daily, each time the press starts. If we keep getting lots of reprint orders from our readers, if we keep seeing our work on classroom bulletin boards and hanging on refrigerator doors, and if we find out that our photos have made a difference in the community and in peoples' lives, then we are winning what might the biggest and most important contest of all, the one judged by our readers.

Mark Hertzberg
< hertz@wi.net >
Director of Photography
Journal Times
Racine, Wisconsin
Other journals by Mark Hertzberg
363 May 2000 Three short topics
361 April 27, 2000 It's a moment frozen forever
359 April 18, 2000 I'm glad I wasn't working
346 February 18, 2000 Fatal Fire
343 January 28, 2000 Suicide By Cop
340 December 28, 1999 Four Minute Justice
338 December 11, 1999 In 1/125th of a second
336 December 4, 1999 Day in Court
332 Is Photojournalism Dead?Mark Hertzberg On the flip side, though, many newspapers that have made a 180-degree change have changed for the better rather than for the worse
325 October 10, 1999 Oh, the people you meet
324 September 29, 1999 It was an innocent question from a high school clerk
309 July 23, 1999 I didn't mind Jerome Vine spit at me twice
307 July 21, 1999 "What have you done? What have you dragged us into?"
303 July 17, 1999 If your mother says she loves you, check it out
292 June 23, 1999 You Never Know
283 May 17, 1999 Epilogue to May 4, 1999
276 May 4, 1999 David Raymond Segura, Sr. walked out of the Racine County Jail to the cheers and hugs of his family
272 April 25, 1999 Littleton. Burlington.
265 April 18, 1999 "I can't believe I'm being paid to have fun. "
261 April 15, 1999 It was the first time...
257 March 26, 1999 The Supreme Court isn't sure I should have been able to shoot one of the most dramatic pictures I've ever taken.
248 March 13, 1999 I got nauseous on the job today...
247 March 12, 1999 The prosecution's case
246 March 12, 1999

Sidebar: One of the most difficult issues for us to consider

239 March 1, 1999 That's your guy.
222 February 11, 1999 It's a lie to say that pictures never lie, as our readers and viewers know all too well.
215 February 4, 1999 Remember report cards?
213 February 1, 1999 I saw something horrifying and shocking this week
198 January 8, 1999 Damn, it's hard to cover news stories when you know the people involved in them, and when you have to put aside personal feelings to get the story.
192 December, 1998 This journal is a tribute to you, the reader
180 November 29, 1998 Abortion. That's the only word you have to mention in any conversation, and emotions are aroused , so imagine what it's like trying to make newsroom decisions about how to cover the issue. That's where we found ourselves Thursday morning at the Racine Journal Times.
178 November 22, 1998 We Interrupt This Broadcast
176 November 18, 1998 Our big story last week, indeed perhaps our biggest of the year, was a story about something that DIDN'T happen.
175 November 16, 1998 Did We Overact?
174 November 8, 1998 Wednesday was the day the yellow smiley face from that big chain of stores from Arkansas frowned at me.
171 November 3, 1998 Monday Morning, Post Gore
170 November 2, 1998 I'm so excited, I won't be able to sleep tonight
158 October 12, 1998 It was one of those days when an assignment was as much fun as opening birthday presents.
157 October 10, 1998 He's a cop...
150 September 21, 1998 A friend of mine calls it the ultimate form of channel surfing. .
146 September 11, 1998 ...sometimes we can have a positive effect on people's lives even when some readers think we are raking them over the coals. .
138 August 28, 1998 Sometimes the last thing a photographer wants to see is a camera.
120 July 25, 1998 They say that in England you are innocent until proven guilty; in France you are guilty until proven innocent; and in America you are innocent until the next edition of the newspaper flies off the presses or the evening news comes on.
111 July 12, 1998 We joke that today's newspaper is tomorrow's fish wrap. But for many people, our work lives on beyond just that day's paper.
109 July 7, 1998 Delgado, who sat in his orange county jail jumpsuit, had tears streaming down his face as he listened to the charges being read the day after his nine-month old son died on a hot summer day, strapped in his car seat, in the backseat of Delgado's broiling Dodge Omni
101 June 23, 1998 We've never shown the readers this sunset view of the city before...if all goes well, it'll stretch across Wednesday morning's front page. Today is Monday, though, and they first have to get through Tuesday's newspaper.
100 June 22, 1998 Last week I had the tables turned on me
87 June 4, 1998 ..none of those pictures would have been published without his help.
82 May 29, 1998 Today was one of those days in which you hit the lows and the highs.
78 May 26, 1998 You never know where a pair of dirty socks will take you
73 May 17, 1998 I no longer have to hide under semi-trailer trucks to shoot news pictures of major industries..
67 April 24, 1998 Stop the Presses
63 April 19, 1998 Sign of Discontent
43 March 24, 1998 Humphrey Bogart, move over.
42 March 23, 1998 In the end, only one photo was important...
32 February 27, 1998 My work has now been published in a new media...on a picket sign
28 February 24, 1998

Journalists usually love a good juicy story. I'm in the middle of covering one I hate. Part 3

February 23, 1998 Journalists usually love a good juicy story. I'm in the middle of covering one I hate. Part 2

 

22 February 20, 1998 Journalists usually love a good juicy story. I'm in the middle of covering one I hate. Part 1
13 February 4, 1998 (9:24 AM) It was a situation where one has to shoot pictures first, and ask questions later Update: To Mark's February 4 posting
7 January 27, 1998 The viewfinder in our cameras is dark for the split second we shoot our photos...
5 January 23, 1998 Just what is news?
3 January 19, 1998 An 83-year-old reader called me this morning, in tears. .
 
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