Lizzy and Joel strolled into married life with big smiles on a day filled with laughter and tears. A beautiful wedding ceremony at First United Methodist in Gulfport left many reaching for their hankies, the first look had all teary, and there may not have been a dry eye in the house during the first dances at their gorgeous Café Climb reception. This is a couple whose deep love for each other is abundantly evident and unquestionable.
But as any Mississippian knows, there is a special spot found in the valley between tears and laughter reserved for couples who come together across the divide of the Mississippi State/Ole Miss rivalry. Lizzy & Joel showed off a touch of that rivalry in the cakes by Nita Lee. The groom's cake was a salute to the Bulldog's, but even the gorgeous wedding cake stacked four tiers high and decorated with fresh flowers featured a surprise Ole Miss homage- Colonel Reb! Hotty Toddy!
Not all that surprising, there were a whole lot of Rebels and Bulldogs on hand to celebrate the couple, and with a few school pennants as props, many of them showed off their colors in the PhotoBooth.
Who's to say which school is tops? Everyone has their own opinions, but it was noted that after Joel & Lizzy exited and all the guests made their way home, there was still one man standing, well, sort of...
Colonel Reb, the party's over. But a new life is just beginning for Lizzy & Joel, and we wish them all the best! Here's to many years of Rebels and Bulldogs, fun and laughter!
Checkout their slideshow: CLICK HERE and links to vendors below!
Photography & PhotoBooth: James Edward Bates Photography
Getty ready spot (gals): Parents' home
Getting ready spot (guys): The Almanette Hotel & Bistro
Wedding: First United Methodist, Gulfport
Officiant: Rev. Claire Dobbs
Wedding planner: Margaret Murdock
Reception venue: Café Climb, Gulfport
Catering: Ms Audrey's Kitchen
Flowers: Forever Flowers, Gulfport
Wedding rings: WP Shelton
Bridals: Kay's Kreations, Tupelo
Menswear: Bridal & Formal Boutique & House of Tux
Hair: Chuck Kelly Salon
Makeup: Mallory Fitzgerald
Rentals: ABC Rental Center
Cakes: Nita Lee, Pass Christian
Band: Meet the Press
Transportation: Golden Gulf Limo and Busted Wrench Garage
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Roslyn & Brandon recently got married here on the Gulf Coast, and their celebrations took place in and around some of Biloxi's most iconic venues.
After getting ready at the Beau Rivage, Brandon anxiously awaited the first look with Roslyn, and his reaction was priceless.
Their ceremony took place at the beautiful St Michael's Catholic Church in Biloxi, and from there, friends and family joined the couple to celebrate at the Biloxi Visitor's Center.
We bid farewell with our best wishes for a lifetime of happiness to this hometown couple!
Vendor links/info:
Photography: James Edward Bates Photography
Wedding coordination/flowers: Angie Stenum
Officiant: Father Gregory Barras
Catering: Southern Flavor Catering
Wedding dress: Martina Liana from Town & Country Bridals, New Orleans
Menswear: Men's Wearhouse
Videography: Take Two Video
Hair: Stephanie Stillman
Makeup: Kaelah Carew and Mallory Fitzgerald
Music: Nightshift Sounds
Cakes: Cakes by Tina
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We had so much fun shooting this laid back at-home lifestyle session. It was such a joy to see the three of them settling into all the changes happening in their cozy home- along with furry big brother, Brutus, who is all about his little brother!
We cannot wait to see what the future holds for Hudson!
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Click for more photos: http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/rev_billy_graham_…/e53fe3db7
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Guys want to stand out, too. Unique socks are among trends that help the guys put a unique twist on their participation in the wedding day. We've found some very cool ones!
Check out these Star Wars themed socks! http://www.stance.com/men/casual/collections/star-wars
Go to bat for your favorite Major League Baseball team! http://www.stance.com/men/casual/mlb-casual/mlb-teams
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On the wedding day, be sure to let your photographer know you've got something to show off!
Check out our Wedding Photography! http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/wedding_photography_gulfport_garner_dane
]]>The darkroom, a.k.a. the photo lab, at USM may be in the final days as it has been scheduled to be shuttered soon. As a photographer who switched from film to digital fully after the owner of Southern Camera in New Orleans disappeared in 2005 with my Nikon film bodies, including my treasured F5, I must say that I have not made great use of the darkroom. I do, however, see great value in keeping the existing darkroom for both art and photojournalism students.
While I do realize that university decisions often come down to money and making the best use of limited space, I personally feel the diversity in programs has great value as well. While black & white film development and print making is not what it once was, the space and equipment already in place has great value to these programs and the students who use them. Photography as an art should be supported by the university and that includes keeping the dark room in place.
Among the greatest educational experiences at USM was my time spent in the darkroom. Professor Ed Wheeler, my fellow students and late nights in that dark photo lab saved me. There's little else I took from my time from Southern Miss of equal value, other than the long-lasting friendships I made through the Photojournalism program.
When I arrived at USM, I had a desire for photography, but I was concerned that I could never make a living doing what I loved. I was more concerned with money. Ed Wheeler was a driving force in my life during my college years, as well as today. With the tool of photography and that photo lab as his workshop, Ed got my attention. He planted the seeds and nurtured their growth in my spirit by encouraging me to ignore my fears, to follow my heart and pursue my dreams of being a professional photographer - a photojournalist. He saw something in me that I could not see for myself. With great patience and an occasional ripped print, he got through.
Before my senior year at USM, Ed had succeeded. While my degree was in Advertising as a matter of convenience, my heart is in photography. It's how I make a living. It's how I identify with the world and communicate how I see it. Photography is the means by which I am able to share countless stories of subjects around the globe. It's my lifeline when there is no other way to communicate what I'm trying to say. Without the darkroom at USM and my time spent there, I would very likely be working a miserable job doing something I would hate. Instead, every day, I have the challenge before me to make good pictures, to tell stories, to give individuals a voice to the world who may not otherwise have one and a chance to follow my dreams with my only limitations being those that are self-imposed.
While technology has shifted to the digital age, there is still great value in the basics of photography. Many lessons are lost on the current generation of photographers who do not have darkroom experiences. In that dark space, we have the unique setting in which to give great thought to what we're trying to create, what we're trying to say. It's challenging to explain this to someone who doesn't understand it. You have to experience it. To take a vision of what you see, capture it on film, to set aside time without cell phones or other distractions, and get into the darkroom where you give life to the image you have created and to then print it for the world to see…nothing compares to that feeling, that sense of self accomplishment.
I owe a great deal to the roots I have in the basement of Southern Hall. I hope the administrators find a way to keep this valuable resource available for future generations to come; that other students would have the same opportunities to find themselves as did I. Education does not only come in the form of books and classroom time. Sometimes, for some of us, we need opportunities to express ourselves in a way that only the photo lab at USM can provide.
An effort is underway to build support for keeping the darkroom in place. Your support for this effort is greatly appreciated. Quoting Chris Payne's comment on the page, "One of the most important things I learned through film photography was to slow down and to really see what was in the viewfinder, on the enlarger and on the print."
To join the group: https://www.facebook.com/SaveTheUSMDarkroom?fref=ts
Photos by James Edward Bates.
More images from the USM darkroom last week:
http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/usm_mass_communications
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It's a sad day as digital technology replaces the age old art of darkroom development at USM's Southern Miss School of Mass Communication and Journalism in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. While I appreciate many of the advancements the digital age has brought, such as the ability to share an image with the world in real time, a part of me dearly misses the peace and tranquility of the darkroom.
During my days as a photography student under the direction of Professor Ed Wheeler at the University of Southern Mississippi, the darkroom was a place of refuge from the burdens of academic study, a necessary evil to obtain a college degree. All I wanted to do was make photographs. I spent many long nights in the basement of Southern Hall, eagerly processing the film I couldn't afford, but had somehow managed to find a way to purchase. I ate a lot of cheap pasta, so I could afford to buy bulk film. I'd roll it myself before taking it out into the world to find photographs that told a story.
Few photography experiences match the sense of accomplishment that came from the days of film, as you rushed back to the darkroom from a shoot, developed rolls of film and watched the magical process as light streaming through your enlarger and a chemical bath process brought negatives to life in the form of a print.
I still own a darkroom enlarger. It's not in a functioning darkroom, but it's there. Waiting. Available. Ironically, it was given to me by a friend when a newspaper darkroom was shuttered. It's too bad the darkroom at USM can't be supported as a form of art, an important means of expression to many. Some photographers are reinventing themselves through the early photography processes like the tin type, giving new appreciation to a long lost art. It's often difficult for universities to support the arts when times are tough financially.
All of this makes me think of the Model T I once owned. I loved that truck, a Model TT, one ton Ford truck, specifically. A 1923 model constructed of a solid wood cab and bed, it was the kind of vehicle you had to use a hand crank on the front of the engine to start before being modified with an electric push button start. The truck was antiquated. It had no doors and a single windshield wiper you had to operate by hand - while driving. Built the same year my grandfather James Marion Bates was born, the truck would go no faster than 17 mph downhill and the overwhelming gas fumes drifting into the cab made it difficult for passengers to have a pleasant experience. The gas throttle was on the steering wheel and reverse was the far left of three pedals. As old and difficult as it was to drive, there was something I really loved about it. It was unique. It was a challenge. No one else around me had one. Typically, it was just me and the truck, cruisin' down the street. It was a genuine head turner.
I think I'll dust off that enlarger soon, and make some photographic art just for the sake of keeping it going. When I'm done, I'll have to go track down that Model TT Ford and see if the fella I sold it to might take me for a spin down memory lane.
Read more: http://www.studentprintz.com/usm-to-close-darkrooms-for-good
From left, my great uncle Jerry Harvey, grandparents Kathleen and James Marion Bates (seated) and me with my 1923 Model TT Ford truck shortly after purchasing it. My grandfather was born the same year the truck was built and he seemed to be the only one who knew how to drive it despite suffering from dementia. That truck brought a smile to his face that day, making it well worth the experience.
]]>On Thursday, a candlelight vigil was held to honor the lives of these two officers and to serve as a step toward healing for the Hattiesburg community. Our prayers are with the families of the slain officers, the residents of Hattiesburg and the men and women in law enforcement who serve our communities faithfully and sacrificially.
Click for more photos: http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/hattiesburg_police_slain
]]>Tragically, the Mississippi Gulf Coast lost several locations for weddings with Hurricane Katrina as we all know too well. I was thrilled to see Grass Lawn come back to life and fully support this historic location. It is important to the City of Gulfport and her citizens. Our heritage is important, even if the structure is not the original building, which was leveled by the hurricane. Structures like this are important gathering places for a city. Not everyone wishes to have their wedding ceremony on the beach, in a typical community center or in a church.
I have experienced firsthand one Second Street resident's opposition to Grass Lawn being rebuilt. During the reconstruction of Grass Lawn post-Katrina, I parked across from the property on the very public Second Street. Immediately, I was told by a resident that I couldn't park in front of his house. I politely, and quiet plainly, told him that he couldn't forbid me from parking on a public street, even if it was in front of his house. I went about my business and left my car in place until my work was complete.
A few years later, I had the honor of photographing the first wedding event to be held at Grass Lawn after the rebuild. Unfortunately, this same neighbor crashed the wedding, yelling at the wedding guests and servers. He was upset that people were parking on, you guessed it, "his" very public street.
Here's my take on it. Grass Lawn was built in 1836 on 235 acres. Grass Lawn existed long before any other houses that currently exist on Second Street. Period. If you have a problem with Grass Lawn's existence, then you or your ancestors should not have purchased property next to it.
It would be great if the City of Gulfport could find the funds to purchase the adjacent property for event parking and reduce the impact on the Second Street area. Just provide guests with a simple, level grass-covered lot, no need for an ugly asphalt-layered parking lot.
I understand there is currently a lawsuit against the city due before the Supreme Court of Mississippi. I hope our justices don't allow the voice of a few people to override the greater good that Grass Lawn provides Gulfport, surrounding communities and tourists alike. A vital representation of our Coast's continuing Katrina recovery, historic properties like Grass Lawn should be preserved, celebrated and treasured. I am proud that Grass Lawn is back and thrilled each time I have the honor to work or attend an event there.
- James Edward Bates
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During my days as a photography student under the direction of Professor Ed Wheeler at the University of Southern Mississippi, the darkroom was a place of refuge from the burdens of academic study, a necessary evil to obtain a college degree. All I wanted to do was make photographs. I spent many long nights in the basement of Southern Hall, eagerly processing the film I couldn't afford, but had somehow managed to find a way to purchase. I ate a lot of cheap pasta, so I could afford to buy bulk film. I'd roll it myself before taking it out into the world to find photographs that told a story.
Few photography experiences match the sense of accomplishment that came from the days of film, as you rushed back to the darkroom from a shoot, developed rolls of film and watched the magical process as light streaming through your enlarger and a chemical bath process brought negatives to life in the form of a print.
I still own a darkroom enlarger. It's not in a functioning darkroom, but it's there. Waiting. Available. Ironically, it was given to me by a friend when a newspaper darkroom was shuttered. It's too bad the darkroom at USM can't be supported as a form of art, an important means of expression to many. Some photographers are reinventing themselves through the early photography processes like the tin type, giving new appreciation to a long lost art. It's often difficult for universities to support the arts when times are tough financially.
All of this makes me think of the Model T I once owned. I loved that truck, a Model TT, one ton Ford truck, specifically. A 1923 model constructed of a solid wood cab and bed, it was the kind of vehicle you had to use a hand crank on the front of the engine to start before being modified with an electric push button start. The truck was antiquated. It had no doors and a single windshield wiper you had to operate by hand - while driving. Built the same year my grandfather James Marion Bates was born, the truck would go no faster than 17 mph downhill and the overwhelming gas fumes drifting into the cab made it difficult for passengers to have a pleasant experience. The gas throttle was on the steering wheel and reverse was the far left of three pedals. As old and difficult as it was to drive, there was something I really loved about it. It was unique. It was a challenge. No one else around me had one. Typically, it was just me and the truck, cruisin' down the street. It was a genuine head turner.
I think I'll dust off that enlarger soon, and make some photographic art just for the sake of keeping it going. When I'm done, I'll have to go track down that Model TT Ford and see if the fella I sold it to might take me for a spin down memory lane.
Read more: http://www.studentprintz.com/usm-to-close-darkrooms-for-good
From left, my great uncle Jerry Harvey, grandparents Kathleen and James Marion Bates (seated) and me with my 1923 Model TT Ford truck shortly after purchasing it. My grandfather was born the same year the truck was built and he seemed to be the only one who knew how to drive it despite suffering from dementia. That truck brought a smile to his face that day, making it well worth the experience.
]]>Christina Carter Burks bridal session at the home of Cotton Fore in Biloxi. Lazaro Gown from Bridals by Lori, Atlanta, GA. ©2014 James Edward Bates Photography
Many of our brides ask if a bridal portrait session is necessary. It's really up to our client to decide. We strongly suggest a dedicated photography session about six weeks before the wedding date. There is seldom enough time on the wedding day to capture enough variety of portraits of the bride alone on the day of the wedding.
With a dedicated bridal session, all of the attention is on the bride and her dress. No distractions. No time pressure. Just a relaxing time to allow us to capture great photos of the bride and that once in a lifetime gown!
Above: Christina Carter Burks bridal session at the home of Cotton Fore in Biloxi. Lazaro Gown from Bridals by Lori, Atlanta, GA. ©2014 James Edward Bates Photography
Above & Below: Kali Beavers Highbaugh bridal session at Louisiana's Destrehan Plantation. Pronovias wedding dress from Serendipity Bridal, Austin, Texas. ©2014 James Edward Bates Photography
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When considering the vendors for your wedding day or other event, ask yourself if you believe they would go out of their way to make sure your day is all that you hope it will be.
The Minneapolis Star Tribune reported that one particular clothier went above and beyond his clients' expectations this past weekend.
According the newspaper report, Judd Frost of Judd Frost Clothiers in Wayzata, Minnesota, discovered that his client Jason Anderson had left the pants to his wedding suit in the dressing room at the shop. Not wanting his client to have to find a replacement that almost certainly wouldn't be just right, Judd Frost figured the best option was to send his daughter Jessie Frost, who is employed at the shop, to Costa Rica to hand deliver the pants.
Jessie Frost reportedly endured 11 hours of travel on Sunday and successfully handed off the pants to the bride and groom, ahead of their Monday afternoon wedding ceremony. The newspaper reported that the couple's wedding was at a beach resort on the Pacific Ocean. Having been there myself, I can tell you it's somewhat of an adventure to get there, especially at night. Google Maps puts it at plus or minus 3,381 miles. That's quite a day's work.
The next time someone tells you they will go the extra mile for you, ask yourself if you think they're as serious as Judd Frost Clothiers!
James Edward Bates Photography provides photographic services for weddings, portraits, corporate and editorial clients internationally.
He can be reached at (844) 2-SAY-I-DO or [email protected].
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We wish Christina & Wesley the very best as they enjoy their period of engagement and make plans for their special day. They are surrounded by family and friends who love them dearly and we know their wedding day will be one to remember.
Congrats you two!
Some of their photos are posted below. The entire shoot: http://proofs.jamesedwardbates.com/engagement_christina_carter
To view the video presentation we created for this wonderful couple:
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We deal with cancer, and death, differently. When faced with similar circumstances, I gave it thought, but was unable to photograph my father's battle with cancer. The few images I took were of moments I wanted to remember, to make sure I had photos of my dad to last the ages, to share with the grandchildren he'd never meet, to have photos to look to when I needed to have him near.
Personally, I felt awkward photographing my father during his illness. Though unspoken, there seemed to be an understanding that I was taking photographs because I knew he wouldn't be around much longer. He allowed it and I didn't raise the camera very often. I mostly wanted to enjoy every minute I had left with him, knowing time was slipping away with each setting sun. I do, however, have a great appreciation for these photos.
Today, January 1st, is the anniversary of my father's passing. I wish had just one more day with him, and mom, too; one day that they could hold my son, their grandson, and have dinner with my wife and the kids. I wish had taken more photos, too.
Photography, especially photojournalism is personal and must be done so with respect; for your subject, and secondly, for you as the photographer. I'm quite certain Angelo and Jennifer agreed to the photographs in the essay mutually. It may be hard to understand, but subjects of photographs like these, even in the most difficult of moments, often want the photos to be taken. Sometimes, they see the process as healing. They see value in telling their story. They sometimes request the work continue...until finished. It was for Jennifer and Angelo to decide, not the rest of us.
Angelo told his wife's story. Completely. From start to finish. It's for the rest of us to decide if we want to take in what they wished to share. For me, these images tell the story of a woman who lost her battle with cancer, but more than that, the images serve as a distinct reminder to cherish those we love. Even when we think we're giving enough, there's nearly always room for improvement.
Sharing experiences and growing as human beings are a valuable part of the process of life. Without communication, love and growth from those around us, even strangers, what is our time here really about? I'm sad for Angelo that he had to experience Jennifer's illness and her passing, but I'm glad he shared the photos with us. Obviously, Jennifer wanted to share her story. The least I can do is take a few moments to listen.
]]>On Thursday, CNN.com posted a story that included one of Dave's photos as the lead image. It's a beauty; a sunset of all things. Sure seems appropriate that he'd get one last cover shot and leave us with a great image and a smile.
AJC gallery of Dave's work: http://www.ajc.com/gallery/news/photos-tribute-ap-photographer-dave-martin/gCGq9/#4298497
You can see some more of Dave's photography here: http://www.corbisimages.com/Search#pg=dave+martin
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Just two weeks ago, I was honored to have an engagement photo session with Christina Carter and Wesley Burks. The weather turned out great, their beautiful horse was remarkable to work with and the backdrop at the ranch could not have been more perfect. I hope you like the photographs and the slideshow, you two. It was a pleasure working with you and I wish you the very best as you prepare for your wedding day and the rest of your life together. Video presentation by Jamie Campfield Bates. Photography by James Edward Bates.
]]>I was in Pine, LA, when the storm hit on Monday, August 29th, 2005. Despite being a good distance from the Coast, this area took a major hit, too, sustaining major damage to homes and businesses. There were tens of thousands of trees down. I spent Monday afternoon helping place tarps on roofs and helping locals remove trees from roadways so that emergency vehicles could find safe passage.
Considering the amount of trees down and a lack of telephone service, I knew it would be a struggle to get back to the Coast. I knew the best thing I could do would be to get to an airport and hitch a ride over the Coast. Everyone I shared the idea with thought I was asking for the impossible. The closest airport was 20 miles away in Bogalusa and reports were that it had been destroyed. I prayed for a miracle. I knew I was meant to find a plane.
Determined, I made my way through backroads into town and to the police department Tuesday morning. When I inquired about the airport, I got the same response, that I was wasting my time. Reluctantly, an officer led me to the airport.
Sure as they'd all said, the airport was flattened. Planes were strewn across the property, laying upside-down and in pieces. The hanger doors had blown off and crushed the planes inside. The airport office now had an excellent, completely unobstructed view of the runway as the walls and windows had been blown out.
The airport looked like a war scene, as did the entire City of Bogalusa. The only person at the airport was the pilot of a small Cessna that had landed just five minutes prior to my arrival. He was on top of his plane, refueling with the filled jugs of fuel he had brought with him. He had flown from Alexandria and hoped to find fuel at the airport, but no one was there to help him. My prayers had been answered. I had found my plane.
I introduced myself and asked the pilot where he was headed. He said he was headed south of New Orleans and to the Mississippi Gulf Coast to check on multiple family properties and one of a friend. I asked if he had room for a photojournalist. He paused and flatly told me that he didn't know if he'd be able to find more fuel because he'd gotten no word than any airports were open. He was concerned that he might have to ditch the plane in the Gulf or try to land on a roadway if he couldn't find fuel. I was all in.
Five minutes later, we were strapped in, and saying a prayer for safe travels and that we'd find the fuel we needed to return safely. We were on our way.
As a working, career photojournalist, I had experienced a lot of hurricanes, tornadoes, major accidents and trauma. Nothing had prepared me for what I was about to encounter.
Due to our limited fuel supply, my pilot agreed to fly to Ocean Springs and make one pass along the beaches of the Mississippi Gulf Coast. He was taking a risk. We were taking a risk. None of the pilots he'd spoken with were aware of any open airports.
If you witnessed Katrina or the aftermath first hand, imagine one 30 minute pass over the entire Mississippi Gulf Coast, taking in all of the storm's destruction at once. I was in shock, but I knew I had a job to do.
Our path to Ocean Springs allowed me to see my house below. I lived in a flood zone and could only imagine the worst. From about 900 feet, I could see the lumber for my renovation project strewn across the back yard, several trees snapped and down, flood waters from the Biloxi River were at the edge of my property, and vehicles and lawn mowers in my yard that shouldn't have been there. From what I could see, I was almost certain the flood waters had reached my house.
We turned westward just east of St. Andrews and began our one pass along the coastline a little after noon. Entire houses and neighborhoods were wiped off the face of the Earth. Major bridges were gone. Casino barges were laying in the middle of Hwy. 90, one even sitting on a hotel. Sections of Hwy. 90 were gone and other sections still flooded. People were standing along the roadway. Churches, businesses and apartment complexes were reduced to slabs. The trees were bare of leaves. Semi trailers were in the Mississippi Sound and boats sunk.
My community was devastated. My friends' homes and businesses were destroyed. My church was gone, as were many others. All I could think about were the lives I was certain had been lost and what my friends were dealing with. I knew many had evacuated and still had no idea of what they would return home to. Despite great risk to himself and his plane, the pilot had afforded me an opportunity to document Hurricane Katrina's devastation from a bird's eye view. I had to capture images quickly and as many as possible.
From Waveland, we turned south to the parishes below New Orleans and witnessed Coast Guard rescue efforts in action. Entire towns were flooded. We had been able to assess all five of the properties the pilot wanted to check on. All were gone, even his friend's "hurricane-proof" octagon house.
By the grace of God, we began to hear radio traffic of an airport with fuel. Of all the places it could be, it was at the southern tip of Louisiana along the Mississippi River in the town of Empire. When we landed, it was like the airport hadn't been touched. The hanger was fully intact. Small planes and helicopters were lined up for refueling. They even accepted my credit card for payment of the fuel. We had been blessed and were thankful. Our prayers were answered.
Once I was able to make it back to the Coast later that week, I discovered my yard had indeed flooded, right up to the foundation of my home. Water had not entered the house. With that came a lot of survivor's guilt. Perhaps that's a topic for another day.
It would be five weeks before the electricity was restored to my house. A church group removed the trees and helped me clean up the yard. A missions group from First Baptist Church of Pulaski, TN, provided the labor to replace the roof.
In my coverage of the storm's aftermath in the months that would follow, I lost the pilot's name and his number. If you know a man who owned a Cessna in Alexandria with property on the Coast at the time of Katrina, let me know. I'd love to get in touch with him.
The links to the aerial photo galleries from the morning of Tuesday, August 30th, 2005:
Gallery #1: http://www.sunherald.com/2010/10/26/2428971/looking-back-aerial-views-from.html
Gallery #2: http://www.sunherald.com/2010/10/26/2428994/looking-back-aerial-views-from.html
Gallery #3: http://www.sunherald.com/2010/10/26/2429037/looking-back-aerial-views-from.html
James Edward Bates is a photojournalist who has been covering editorial content for newspapers and magazines for over 20 years. He also specializes in weddings, portraits and documentary projects. He can be reached by email: [email protected].
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The Distance Between Us from Christopher Capozziello on Vimeo.
Photojournalist Christopher Capozziello would like to share a story with you and it's personal.
An award-winning and internationally recognized photojournalist, Chris specializes in documentary photography. Before the particularly difficult period of layoffs and pay cuts in newspaper staffs, Chris had the wisdom to set his own path. He knew that he wanted to tell stories on a deeper level.
He chose to take on intimate projects and working on his own time schedule, has the ability to tell meaningful stories through his visuals. His projects are thorough, not a rushed visit to a subject he hardly knows, as is the experience of many newspaper photojournalists due to industry demands. His projects don't have short, unrealistic deadlines. He doesn't rush through moments, but rather experiences them with his subjects and captures them in honest fashion. He cares about his subjects and it shows in his work. Chris a dear friend and someone I deeply respect.
New York Times Lens photo blog features 'A Distance Between Us'
His latest photo essay, 'The Distance Between Us', shares his twin brother Nick's struggles with cerebral palsy. The photos clearly represent what Nick goes through physically on a daily basis. I was with them when some of the images were captured. Nick is a friend, too. I've seen the cramps. It's not pretty. It's painful for a friend to witness, not just for Nick, but also for Chris. In the text of his forthcoming printed book, Chris shares his feelings of guilt about being the 'healthy twin'. He's brutally honest as he expresses anger and a full range of emotions. Chris intimately tells the story of his love for Nick through words and pictures.
The CDC estimates 10,000 babies born each year will develop symptoms of cerebral palsy.
The Guardian article on 'A Distance Between Us'
'The Distance Between Us' is ready to go to press. Chris has a publisher. He just needs a little support to make Nick's printed story a reality in the form of a book. He needs your help.
You can support Chris' efforts through his Kickstarter campaign. Funds raised here will directly support the printing of the book and help give a voice to Nick and the estimated 764,000 children and adults living with cerebral palsy, not to mention millions of family members who care for them. As I'm writing this, over $12,000 has been donated toward Chris' goal of $16,000. You can help make the difference.
'The Distance Between Us' is a body of work that has been in the making for some 13 years and it's not finished. It's a story that will continue to evolve, perhaps more than any other story in Chris' career. It's his life. It's his brother Nick's life. It's personal. Join me in supporting them both.
-James Edward Bates
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If you would like to know how you can receive a slideshow to music from your session with James Edward Bates Photography, contact us!
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Thieves steal manhole covers for scrap metal in Detroit, leaving dangerous obstacles throughout the city. ©2013 James Edward Bates
Detroit youth play a game of hoops near the site of the abandoned Fischer automotive plant (not the building in the background) on May 11, 2013. ©2013 James Edward Bates
The City of Detroit, Michigan, filed for Chapter 9 bankruptcy protection today, seeking to shield itself from creditors, as reported by Detroit Free Press on Thursday. The Motor City is estimated to have debts between $18 billion and $20 billion, making it the largest city to file bankruptcy in American history.
Feeling bankruptcy was inevitable for Detroit, I spent some time in the city in May of this year to try to get a feel for the challenges facing Detroit and her residents. What I found were a lot of blighted industrial and residential areas. There are lots of empty buildings, many of them relics from the automotive industry in deplorable, unsecure conditions. Some are clearly hazardous and easily accessible for children and youth to explore or vandalize.
During my brief time in Detroit, I found kids doing what kids do best, playing with their friends. I found residents taking care of their yards and spending time with their families. I also found the previously mentioned abandoned buildings and countless abandoned residential properties. Many of them had been burned out or completely burned down. In fact, while I was photographing the long abandoned Packard Automotive plant, a fire engine passed, sirens blaring, as firefighters responded to a call. After a few minutes, my curiosity got the best of me and I began driving in the direction the fire truck had gone. It didn't take long for me to discover a huge plume of smoke in the distant sky. Within about five minutes, I arrived at a structure fire of two abandoned houses situated side-by-side.
I captured a few frames with my camera and began speaking with residents who confirmed the reports I had already seen; that there had been a rash of abandoned properties torched. It really seemed common place to the folks I spoke with. Even the firefighters had a relaxed approach to the situation. I mean, they were doing their jobs, but you could tell this happened often.
As I began walking to my car, an elderly lady called to me from behind the screen door of her front porch. I walked over and introduced myself, learned that she was born in Detroit, but surprised to hear that her parents were born in Mississippi, where I am from and live. Having a connection, she began to speak freely of her disgust for the condition of her neighborhood and the city where she had lived her entire life. She was almost in tears. She didn't want to be photographed, but she wanted to talk.
As flames continued to billow out of the two houses down the street, she emotionally explained how she had just last year purchased the home she had rented for six years prior to that. She longed for a time where Detroit's problems would become a thing of the past and she and her fellow residents could move forward. She explained that she was sick and tired of people burning down her city and how the neighborhood deserved better; how her city deserved better. She seemed rather exhausted emotionally, but she still had fight within her.
Detroit is in a bad way and it's a condition that's been in the making for many decades. The current state of the Motor City didn't happen overnight. It's not a result of the most recent recession, though that surely didn't help matters. It's not the result of a single administration. It's a complex issue that I honestly don't know enough about to discuss, but I know one thing. Detroit needs a lot of help.
If the city is armed with residents like the lady I described above, then it has a fighting chance. There was talk by residents speculating that some officials were hoping for a bailout by the federal government. If it happens, throwing free money at the city may be a temporary fix, but it won't last. Detroit needs long-term solutions, a population that believes in her recovery, investors who believe in her future and a lot more. If Detroit has nothing else going for it, it has residents with deep-rooted love for their city. This is America and because of that, I personally have hope that this city can be turned around. It's going to take some time, perhaps 20 years or more before we could see a noticeable difference, but I have faith that the city will be back.
I believe in buying American goods as often as I can find the items I need. I'll be honest and say that I've owned a lot of foreign vehicles as an adult. My father had a Toyota with 350,000 miles and my last Honda had 435,000 miles. That's hard to beat. About the time of my visit to Detroit, I made the decision to purchase a truck. It came down to the Toyota Tundra and the Ford F-150 4x4 crew cab. I'm proud to say that I went with the Ford. With this purchase, I would like to think I'm doing a little something to help make America and Detroit strong again. I'm also happy that Ford didn't take the government buyout offered to the big 3 auto makers. A friend owns the local Ford dealership, which made my decision an easy one.
During my time in Michigan, I spent a morning at the amazing Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, a suburb of Detroit. If you've never been, take the time to check it out. It's worthy of a road trip with the family and a great place to teach your kids, and yourself, a whole lot about how America was built. Among the seemingly endless items of historical importance are the limo President Kennedy was assassinated in and the theater chair President Lincoln was sitting in when assassinated. Adjacent to The Henry Ford is Greenfield Village, a community built by Henry Ford to preserve homes, buildings and autos from the turn of the century. You can see Thomas Edison's laboratory and take a ride in a Model T or horse-drawn carriage.
In about a year, I plan to return to Detroit, to see how the city's coming along and you can bet I'll stop by to see how my Mississippi connection is making it.
-James Edward Bates
For more photos from my recent visit to Detroit: http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/detroit
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I've photographed a lot of fireworks events over the years, but often, I'm left with images that are lacking content I feel worthy of sharing. As a photojournalist, I strive for a compelling composition, hoping to fill the frame with visual information for the viewer. To accomplish this with fireworks filling the night sky, I look for scenes with existing light sources, so I'm not required to paint the scene with light of my own. The goal is to include elements in the photo that give the viewer a sense of place while also capturing the event.
If you live in an area like the Mississippi Gulf Coast, you may have several fireworks events to choose from when deciding where to shoot. Our family is blessed to live in Gulfport, home to a fabulous, newly rebuilt Gulfport Harbor and Jones Park. As a resident of the city, I feel a sense of responsibility to help document events and life in Gulfport, as well as other communities along the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Fourth of July fireworks are among events that lend themselves to great photos.
If you haven't had a chance to visit Jones Park and the Bert Jones Yacht Basin (aka Gulfport Harbor), I highly recommend that you take time to do so. Enjoy the vast green space with a family picnic, or the cool splash pad with your kids on a hot summer day, charter a fishing trip with your buddies, hop aboard Ship Island Excursions for a day trip to the barrier islands, take in one of the many outdoor movies the City of Gulfport provides for the public or just come down to walk around what has to be the best harbor along the entire Gulf of Mexico.
While walking across the park ahead of the fireworks on the 4th, I was thinking about the photographic image I hoped to capture. There were lots of people in the park and along the nearby beach, as well as boat activity in the harbor and to my surprise, a ferris wheel and amusement area setup for the Mississippi Deep Sea Fishing Rodeo. I was out of town for two weeks prior to July 4th and wasn't able to scout the location ahead of time. When you're out for the best image possible, you want to consider all that's available to you. My original thought was to include an overall, wide photograph that included the many boats in Gulfport Harbor. Since the fireworks are always off the southernmost end of the harbor, I set up along the north side of the boats and faced south.
When shooting fireworks, I use an extremely slow shutter speed of 15 seconds or more to capture multiple bursts and colors, a low ISO of about 125 to compensate for the bright light emitted from the fireworks and a wide open aperture of f22 to ensure everything's in focus, including my foreground subject matter. A tripod is an essential tool for capturing fireworks. It doesn't have to be an expensive tripod, but one that's sturdy and has a little weight to counter possible wind, especially near the water. If you don't have a tripod, take a small bean bag or sand bag, (I've even used a shirt in a pinch) and use the ground or the top of a wall or post to sturdy your camera. This method is not ideal, because you're limited in where you can position your camera, but it can work. If it's extremely windy, try to setup next to something that will block and protect your camera from movement.
As I mentioned previously, my original vision was an image that included boats and more of the harbor, with fireworks in the background. During my test shots before the event started, I thought I was about to get a great image, but after a few frames of the actual fireworks, I just wasn't happy with what I was getting. At some shows, fireworks bursts will be at varying heights, which helps fill the image frame. All of the bursts seemed to be happening at about the same height and were not spread apart. Knowing that fireworks shows are pretty quick, I continued to make a few exposure adjustments and fire off frames, but that ferris wheel kept coming back to my mind.
For my secondary attempt at a nice image, I thought about what was near the ferris wheel. The main show had ended and the public was exiting the park, but I felt there was something still there worth capturing. There was the fabulous Barksdale Pavilion, built with a generous post Hurricane Katrina donation from Jim Barksdale to help rebuild Jones Park, the water of the Mississippi Sound, street lamps and, of course, a seemingly endless array of fireworks explosions on the beach provided by the public. I found a spot that would incorporate as many of these key elements as possible, hoping to capture an image that would represent the beautiful assets that Jones Park and the Bert Jones Yacht Basin (aka Gulfport Harbor) have to offer Gulfport residents, as well as all along the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
The fireworks from residents along the beach had naturally decreased during the main show provided by the City of Gulfport, but soon came back to life afterward. The ferris wheel had even gone dark during the event, but thankfully, the lights came back on, which were key to the vision for the photo I had in mind. With a long night exposure of a ferris wheel, you can get amazing effects, but I also wanted to the viewer to see the buckets for passengers, so I had to time the image where there was a combination of the stationary ferris wheel allowing passengers to get on and off, as well as the ferris wheel turning. To the right side of the photograph, you see the Barksdale Pavilion, the water of the harbor in the foreground and street lamps mixed in. The star effect from the street lamps comes not from a filter or post processing, but rather from the f22 aperture, which is an extremely small opening.
I hope you like the photograph and find the description of the process helpful if you're looking to photograph fireworks yourself. Always take the time to consider an alternate perspective for what you're photographing. You just might be surprised by what you find. Next year, there's a good chance I'll be back, looking for a different angle and experience; and, of course, hoping for an even better photograph!
-James Edward Bates, July 4, 2013
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Since adding the photo booth to our wedding photography packages, we have been amazed by the fun our clients and their friends are having with it! Our brides and grooms are among our most candid subjects and their family and friends are having just as much fun! Our homemade props give guests exciting ways to express themselves at wedding receptions.
Be sure to add a photo booth to your wedding or event photography package with James Edward Bates Photography! It's a great gift to give your guests!
More photo booth samples: http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/wedding_photobooth_appel_gazzini
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Dan and Kacey were married at beautiful Wilton Congregation Church and celebrated with family and friends at the Wilton Riding Club with a fabulous reception that lasted well into the night! The church was built in the late 1700's. The reception was held in an old barn and decorated with a fitting rustic theme that honestly couldn't have been more perfect!
We were honored to have the opportunity to capture the moments of the Gormleys special day and we wish them the very best for their future together.
CONGRATS Kacey and Dan!!!
More photos from the Gormleys' Connecticut wedding:
http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/p340537559/h4659219e#h4659219e
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The church and Samaritan's Purse made it their mission to help rebuild many homes and restore hope to residents. Franklin Avenue Baptist was a base for volunteer operations. Rev. Luter was a kind man who was clearly loved by his congregation, residents around the church and by Samaritan's Purse volunteers.
Rev. Luter was elected the first African-American president of the Southern Baptist Convention. As a life SBC member myself, I am proud of our members and leadership for electing Rev. Luter.
©2008 James Edward Bates.
See more photos of Rev. Fred Luter Jr. at work in New Orleans
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Mississippi Gulf Coast band Dirty Play rocked Hard Rock Cafe in Biloxi on Sunday, April 22, 2012, for Eco Rocks! 2012 on Earth Day.
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Our photo session with engaged couple Catrina Gibson and Jason Clough was a real joy. Shooting in Biloxi, we took advantage of the mild March temperatures. This shoot was later in the day, allowing us to make use of the evening light falling on the downtown buildings, creating nice highlights and areas of shadow.
This couple is clearly in love and that joy came through in the shoot. We wish Catrina and Jason the best in their future together and we look forward to their wedding ceremony and reception. Congratulations y'all!
See more of Catrina and Jason's session: http://www.jamesedwardbates.com/p112520850
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