Even though I had been covering political conventions since 1992, Los Angeles in the year 2000 was entirely eye-opening. Wild. Violent. Loaded with photographic moments. Covering politics is a wonderful thing because here in America we are straight-up bat s%$# when it comes to supporting our side, whichever side that may be. Want crazy? Go to conventions. I was kicked, punched, clubbed, and nearly shot in the head with a rubber or plastic projectile. And I loved every minute. The crazy ran on both sides and I was there to document. As it should be.
I admire people who put themselves out there.
I’m too old to duck a rubber bullet though so I’ll just play it safe.
It gets your heart going and to be able to perform in that is the key. I can barely do it, sometimes, but some folks are so calm and cool and good in those situations.