Walk to work

Took some pictures on my way to work the other day. Trying to push the boundaries a little bit to see what I come up with.

Koi at Heart

Bad Boy's Boxers

Bad Boy's Boxers from August Kryger on Vimeo.

This was my final multimedia piece for the News-Press. Much to my surprise, it ended up being video. Going in to the internship, I was fairly limited as to my knowledge of video. Coming out, I feel fairly confident that I can put together a decent video piece on just about anything if I need to. I can solely attribute that to the genius of my editor Todd Weddle, and chief photographer Eric Keith. These guys showed me the ropes and then some. Throughout my internship I was really lucky to get some veteran teaching along the way. That kind of stuff is priceless.
An important lesson Todd taught me was that like it or not, video is here to stay in photojournalism. If we hope to be competitive and not go down with the rest of the relics who resist change to the bitter end, adaptation is essential. This is something I struggled with at first, and then embraced wholeheartedly in the end. Thanks guys.

I found this particular story while driving around town. Galen "Bad Boy" Brown is a professional boxer who runs a free boxing club on the South End of town. The doors are always open. He said he hopes to use boxing as an avenue to get kids off the streets. It's a short piece, but it meant a lot to me to work on this story. Love to hear your feedback in the comments section. Thanks for watching

Arise, chicken

Here are a few shots from my last day at the STJNP. They're from an organic farm near Lathrop, MO. What a great time it was! I've never been stampeded by chickens before. As we walked toward their roost, I could hear this faint noise of brrrrraaakkk, that grew louder and louder until I had hundreds of chickens pecking at my legs. Awesome. Still soaking in the idea of being back home. I'll keep posting photos from my assignments up there until I run out. The hard part now is finding stuff to shoot. I'm sure I'll find a way though.

Hit the reset button.

So, my internship at the St. Joseph News-Press is completed. I have a lot to say about it, but for now, I'm going camping with some good friends instead. I'll be back in a few days.

The photo is of a less-than-even-close-to-sober man in his 70s that waltzed in during a shoot at a club I was doing for the paper. He started going wild on the piano. Oh St. Joe, how much character you have.

Juneteenth

Have to admit, I had no idea what it was before attending. If you want more info you can visit www.juneteenth.com. In the meantime I'm busy packing and getting ready for the next chapter in my life, whatever that means.

King

Totally blew the highlights in this shot, but I like it anyway. Just saw it and didn't have time to adjust exposure before the scene changed. So it goes, so it goes.

Trip to the KC Zoo

Spent a great day with the lovely lady at the Kansas City Zoo. Here are a few photos from our adventure.

They didn't have kangaroos or tame foxes at my summer camp...

Camp Quality near Stewartsville, MO., offers games and social activities for children of all ages with cancer.

The small things

Not strobed, just the sun being kind enough to show me what I might have otherwise missed.

And then this happened

I figured while I was posting strange things that happen on a baseball field, I'd post this one. This is what happens when you run faster than the ball is traveling without looking ahead of you.

So the other day I met this chicken...

The (apparently) world-famous San Diego Chicken made an appearance at the local baseball stadium the other night. Due to my supreme lack of knowledge of anything sports-related, I had never heard of him until then. Supposedly he's known as the greatest mascot, ever. I have to say, he was pretty hilarious the whole time.

Saying Goodbye

National Guard members leaving for Afghanistan.

Helipad paintin' time.

Yard Sale

Nature's Elegance

My parents came to visit this weekend and we went on a hike in the Little Bean Conservation Area. It was the first time I had seen them for about six months, and it reminded me of what great people they are. My father pointed out all the different birds along the way (he's like an encyclopedia.) And my mother was her lovely self as always. It was a good time, and I was sad to see them go. These are a few images I captured on our journey.

The potter

To my knowledge, this is one of the only artistic things that has happened in downtown St. Joe in the past six months.