JUNE UPDATE

A lot has happened since we launched FieldPhotographer.org April 15th, but it’s nothing compared to where we’re heading. This June you’re going to see more features and reviews, we’ll be launching our photographer interviews and we’ll be running our first giveaway! – Look for more info on that June 15th Continue reading “JUNE UPDATE”

THE SAILOR STRAP

The Sailor Strap. With a variety of colors from royal blue to olive and standard black, sturdy stainless steel rings to attached the strap and Italian leather they look great, but how do they perform with daily use? Continue reading “THE SAILOR STRAP”

THE SADDLEBACK LEATHER CO INDIANA BAG

The days pass while living abroad as they do back home.  Some people go through ordinary days in strange ways and I marvel at the strange days I go through in ordinary ways.  The exotic and even the frightening quickly become everyday and you feel almost at home until something reminds you of what you left behind.  It is almost always a small thing that triggers the nostalgia, the one mysterious bag of Tostitos in a Mumbai grocery store, the sound of Hank Williams playing on a tinny Russian car speaker in the Carpathian Mountains, or the sympathetic Texan voices of the folks at Saddleback Leather Company. Continue reading “THE SADDLEBACK LEATHER CO INDIANA BAG”

WHEN TO HIRE A FIXER: A BASIC GUIDE – BY DANIEL GAREE & JESSICA RUTHERFORD

 

The world of documentary filmmaking (and photography) is a fast-paced environment that, more often than not, requires a good bit of travel. And more times than not I’m traveling to places where not only do I rarely know the streets but also the language. This is when hiring a local fixer makes all of the difference. Continue reading “WHEN TO HIRE A FIXER: A BASIC GUIDE – BY DANIEL GAREE & JESSICA RUTHERFORD”

VARANASI: IT IS THE BLACK HOURS BEFORE DAWN

(Photo, Andrew Tonn)

It is the black hours before dawn. The boat pushes out into the slow current. The ghats and towers of the ancient city are outlined with dim electric bulbs and small fires. Their glow creates a half circle of light over the river that fades into the black of the sky and the uninhabited sand-dunes of the other bank. It is quiet and I whisper to myself, “You are floating down the Ganges by the banks of Varanasi. You are here.” Continue reading “VARANASI: IT IS THE BLACK HOURS BEFORE DAWN”