Hi Guest!
Hey - did you know if you click on the title of a thread it will take you to the first unread post since you last visited that thread?
but were afraid to ask: 
STOP!! Never post your email address in open forums. Bots can "harvest" your email! If you must share your email use a Private Message or use the 
smilie in place of the real @
Pretty Please - add it to our Events forum(s) and add to the calendar! >> 
Offline
"on all the c*ap I learned in high school..." as I looked at the post about John Sheally on the Forum, sad to learn he had passed recently.
I thought about the peeps who influenced me as a "kid" and aspirant photographer. Another who has left the table recently is Pete Pavlovic. Pete was a 30-something and a bit of a wild child when I started hanging around the photo department of the local rag in the later '60's. He had recently crashed his red Spitfire on his way home from some West Virginia horse racing event, somewhat under suspicious circumstances IIRC. Pete influenced me with his methods of "getting the shot" and being in the right place when something was about to happen. The articles don't do him justice! He was a keen observer of human nature, a 'predictor' of what was likely to go down next and with the stones to get into the right spot ahead of it. Police scanners were tools of the trade, a twin-lens Mamiya and the Honeywell Strobonar were coveted pieces of kit. The value of keeping a changing bag and developing tank, along with chemistry in the trunk, meant a by-line or two on a front page. Getting to the photo department darkroom with still-wet negatives was not uncommon. Meeting deadlines was a lifestyle. He seemed to relish it.
This article about him was written up by someone in a competing local paper, likely they didn't even know him. It has reference to the family store but doesn't mention they also had a roller skating rink in the town, a local hangout on Saturday afternoons for the kids in the area. His sisters were amazing on skates, Pete made sure they had good publicity shots, too.
I thought about the peeps who influenced me as a "kid" and aspirant photographer. Another who has left the table recently is Pete Pavlovic. Pete was a 30-something and a bit of a wild child when I started hanging around the photo department of the local rag in the later '60's. He had recently crashed his red Spitfire on his way home from some West Virginia horse racing event, somewhat under suspicious circumstances IIRC. Pete influenced me with his methods of "getting the shot" and being in the right place when something was about to happen. The articles don't do him justice! He was a keen observer of human nature, a 'predictor' of what was likely to go down next and with the stones to get into the right spot ahead of it. Police scanners were tools of the trade, a twin-lens Mamiya and the Honeywell Strobonar were coveted pieces of kit. The value of keeping a changing bag and developing tank, along with chemistry in the trunk, meant a by-line or two on a front page. Getting to the photo department darkroom with still-wet negatives was not uncommon. Meeting deadlines was a lifestyle. He seemed to relish it.
This article about him was written up by someone in a competing local paper, likely they didn't even know him. It has reference to the family store but doesn't mention they also had a roller skating rink in the town, a local hangout on Saturday afternoons for the kids in the area. His sisters were amazing on skates, Pete made sure they had good publicity shots, too.
