Rodney Curtis

Crunch Time: the Picture Editing team putting together the 120-page book at The Mountain Workshops.

I met Zach this past fall down in Kentucky at The Mountain Workshops, a week-long intensive dive into photojournalism. He was one of our students in the Picture Editing sequence that I’ve been lucky enough to help teach each fall for a large part of this millennium.

Zach made us laugh, worked really hard and helped us — with our other students — pull together a 120-page book of photos and stories in less than a week. But I think I bonded with him during our shady drug deal on the streets of a small Kentucky town.

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Rodney’s razor, midway through it’s too-short lifespan.

Launched in 1977, NASA’s Voyager 2 just left the solar system.

Opened in 1883, 150,000 vehicles cross the Brooklyn Bridge every day.

And songs from one of the earlier metal bands, Led Zeppelin, are still being played today.

So why is it that I have to replace my razor blades every dang month after using them, at most, only every couple of days? Read More…

The autumn sun shines down, setting a gentle lens flare on one of the Hopewell Mounds.

It’s a first frost on your windshield kind of fall day. The sun creaks above the horizon and the frozen blades of grass quickly melt onto my shoes. Walking out among the mounds, I step back in time.

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I wasn’t allowed to express my opinions.

I’ve photographed some of the best and brightest politicians — Bill Clinton and Al Gore — and some of the least auspicious, like the fun mayor of Concord, New Hampshire, who moonlighted as my Social Work professor, while I was working on my Master’s degree. Read More…