The Lone Photographer

I enjoy being the only photographer at an event. I feel more free. I don't have to worry about what the other guys are getting. It's a time when I can really be myself as a photographer. I'm weird like that. Last month me and a reporter attended a National POW/MIA Day Ceremony at a local Veterans of Foreign Wars Post in Las Vegas. There was one television station there, but they got called away for breaking news before the ceremony began. I had the whole place to myself.

Come as You Are

For over four hours last Friday, I walked the streets of the Arts District with my cameras. I was hunting for not one thing, but the many little things that make up the monthly arts event First Friday. This month was First Friday's 10th anniversary. I find it hard to define the event, and therefore it's not easy to capture in less than a few photographs. There are gallery openings, a lively street fair, a food truck festival, and an arts and crafts fair. Performing artists, musicians, dancers and zombies also occupy the streets, shops, bars and galleries. It's a family scene, a drinking scene and an angsty teen scene. But most of all, it's a come as you are kind of scene that defies categorization. That's what I love most about First Friday.