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Wrestling With Good Photo Ops

A fun, weird, extended photo trip started nearly a month ago with an unlikely beginning: midget wrestling.


About a year ago, I had spotted some photos of Half Pint Brawlers, a troupe of midgets/dwarves with fake blood and crazy hijinks. Seemed like something to keep an eye out for.
While rereading my notes & calendar, I saw that the (No girls) Half Pints were stopping in Bend, Oregon at a small venue.
I drove out there, a day before leaving for England, to see if there was a photo.
Without dragging this on, it sucked. The performers were drunk, telling dumb jokes and starting an hour late.

Little action. No class. No creativity. The complete opposite of Kaiju.

I don’t feel like I made any good pix because I know I didn’t have any fun.

The event was so bad… “how bad was it??… it was soooo bad, folks who paid $20 to be there were leaving after the first half-hour.




I don’t regret going, because you never know if there’s a picture until you see for yourself. But I was a little pissed while driving back to Portland in time for my flight to London. It was a long 12-hour day for a lame event.

That brings me to yesterday here in Tampa, where happenstance leads me back to wrestling. While in Flo-rida for photos and friends, I end up stumbling upon a pro wrestling training center while meeting up with Melissa Lyttle, who was on assignment for the St. Pete Times.


As much as the midgets sucked, the WWE Divas rocked. Twelve hours of hell vs. one hour of bliss. Slam Fucking Dunk (TM).







Everyone there was super friendly, open-minded and fun. Recipe for photographic success.


I even met some Wrestling Royalty: Natalie Neidhart, upper left, who is the daughter of Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart. She’s also related to the British Bulldogs and a slew of other wrestlers. Fun woman.

There are so many events that photographers attend that have rules and regulations. But with Pro Wrestling, there are NO rules. Which meant that Melissa and I could jump into the ring – and stage a fake fight.


More stories from the road with my next caffeine buzz…

Michael - February 13, 2008 - 4:34 pm

Wow, you’d think the total opposite if pondering shooting WWE training or midget wrestling. Cool stuff though.

The undertaker was on a flight of mine a few months ago…that dude was freakin huge.

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Tara - February 14, 2008 - 5:31 pm

I find it pretty difficult to believe and midget wrestling was completely lacking in class. Come on!

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Past & Present

The funny thing about starting a new year is looking back at the past.

January always seems to be the month of retrospective: what did I do that I liked, what should I do in the future, how did I fuck up?

A lot of it has to do with the contest circuit. Mainly, Pictures of the Year International (POYi). Contest entries are due in mid January.

I’m not sure if it really has anything to do with adding street cred to the résumé as it does to trying to raise the bar in the profession. Though I suppose both go hand in hand.

I’m realizing that while January is nearly over, I’ve hardly photographed a thing. Spent the first two weeks editing my POYi sports portfolio. The past week planning upcoming adventures.

Contests are a crapshoot. And bullshit. It’s cool when you win, but you can’t get upset when you don’t. I’ve often felt that some contest winners have been mediocre at best. And I have no doubt others have felt that way when seeing my award-winning crap.

Photography, as in art, is totally subjective.

I’ve spent much of 2007 trying to figure out what I want to tell visually, what interests me. That doesn’t always translate into contest wins. Whatever.

I had many people I truly respect look over my work from this past year. Some parts of an edit, I loved. Others, less certain.

Not sure if this is a winning edit – in large part because it’s so different than what others came up with – but it’s what I submitted for 2007 Sports Portfolio. For whatever it’s worth, it feels right to me.

If it wins nothing, at least I had fun making the photos. That’s the real victory, anyway.










Now I can move on to 2008.
Fly on the Wall - January 24, 2008 - 9:23 am

great stuff. the cel phone/limo hand is way cool.

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Craig Mitchelldyer - January 24, 2008 - 10:40 am

gotta say, its very solid. not a single frame I don;t like which doesn’t happen often for me when looking at a “portfolio”

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Chris Detrick - January 24, 2008 - 11:42 pm

awesome stuff. I like the edit.

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ariel zambelich - January 31, 2008 - 4:16 pm

gorgeous.

looks like a winner to me, buddy.

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Snowbirding In God’s Country

Not sure what it is – especially since I’m not a horse whisperer or anything – but this is the 2nd consecutive December I’ve shot polo. Or a sport resembling it.

Last year at this time, I was earning a well-deserved tan in Buenos Aires. Argentina’s national pastime is pato, which translates as “duck.”

It’s similar to polo and basketball. Instead of a small ball and mallet, players use their hands to toss around a soccer ball with leather handles, aiming to score in a large, vertical basket.

Back in the days, they used a stuffed duck, ergo the name pato.



This year, I drove to Aspen via SLC to cover the 8th Annual World Snow Polo Championships. No tan this time, only chapped lips. The setting and weather were awesome.

The first day I shot from the ground – literally – lying on my stomach for most of the afternoon. The second day, I borrowed a ladder for a different angle.

Before driving home, I spent a day skiing with Detrick at Snowbird Ski Resort outside of SLC. The skiing may easily be the best (and only??) reason to live in Utah. Unless you like your beer watered down…

I kept getting distracted on my slow plow technique with the stunning scenery. Chris has pictures of me skiing, but I’ll spare myself the embarrassment.

Chris, a rock star skier, was patient with me, which was cool of him. Though at times he tried to lure me onto the black diamond trails.

In every picture I took of him skiing, Chris is sporting a huge shit-eating grin.

I’m fascinated by watching people at ski resorts. People are always in a great mood, smiling, laughing, telling tales of trails, etc. It’s as if they’re more at home on the mountain that at home in the hood.

Everyone feels like an important member of the community. They all share the same love affair. I want to revisit this topic again soon…

From Evel to Mormons to Snow Polo. A weird trifeta of a road trip. Thanks to Ash and CD for giving me the heads up on snow polo, a place to crash and the tasty homebrews.

Fly on the Wall - December 19, 2007 - 7:56 pm

Sol-
great stuff!

thanks for letting me eat half your lunch.

come again anytime.
-trent

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Craig Mitchelldyer - December 19, 2007 - 8:05 pm

I’m jealous of the skiing in utah, you suck. now that I know you can make it down a run, your coming up with me…come on, I know you’ve got nothing else to do :)

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Joe Jaz - December 19, 2007 - 10:53 pm

Tell me you didn’t drive through the 208 without giving me a shout. I hear there was a world-class croquet tourney in town…

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