In the past year and a half of my journalistic career, I've been focused on the art of editing.
I feel it's one of the most neglected parts of photojournalism/photography.
Sometimes I feel like (nerd alert) at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where Indy has to pick the challis of Christ and I alone have to do just that. Okay, I don't turn into a pile of bones and dust if I choose wrong, but I feel like I didn't finish the visual task if I choose poorly.
At the beginning of the month I was on assignment to photograph a track and field athlete Russell Jones at Hephzibah High School. Despite the equipment malfunctions, I made a descent daily frame I was happy with. Back at work, for some reason I didn't like the facial expressions in the one that should have published.
I kicked it to a few of my friends and they agreed, I picked the lesser of the photos.
In the end, I should have chosen the one showcased here.
Moral of the story: Great frames only come out if you choose wisely. Having an extra set of eyes is critical in this game. Sometimes you have to let the ones you wish were, go. In the end, it's about them and not you and choosing the best frame that tells the story.
My apologies Mr. Jones.