A preview of the story I’m working on, on the Rochester Ferry, one of the last running ferries in the state of Kentucky.
This is part of a larger story I’m working on, about the small river town Rochester, Kentucky on the Green River in Butler County
I’ve been hanging around Rochester, Kentucky the past 2 weeks and finding out who and what this tiny town is made of. Starting to flex my story muscles. Here are some of the people at the heart of this river town.
Emily Kask, a photojournalism student at Western Kentucky University, spent three months in the fall of 2015 riding the rails and living on the road with a group of self-styled “Dirty Kids.”
Photos: Emily Kask
Week 8, I think??
For the past 2 weeks I broke my promise to myself that I was going to blog every week, but in all due fairness, this week is the first time since then I’ve actually taken my days off, off.
I broke it down to my 10 favorite frames from daily assignments over from weeks 6-8. I’ve been working on 2 projects really heavily over the past few weeks; 3, if you count the town’s project, so I’ve been shooting less dailies since my last post.
I guess this means I’m almost two months in. I can’t believe it, I don’t know where the time has gone. I’m really sad to be leaving at the end of August. I don’t want to leave. I’ve fallen in love with Harrisburg, and PennLive.
I’m going to write a real reflection when I finish and say my final sad goodbyes, but I’ll just say for now that these past two months have really been incredible for growth and learning.
Like I’ve said a million times before; I’m only 21, so there’s a good chance everything I say is irrelevant and wrong. I’m a dumb kid who’s somehow managed to make it to this point by awkwardly stumbling around, taking insane risks that make my mother cringe, and exhausting people to a point where they give in and take a chance on me. I don’t have it all figured out, and I know I won’t for a really long time, if ever, but each day I spend here, I’m becoming more and more aware of how important and meaningful the work we do is, and more self-aware on the real reasons I want to spend the rest of my life doing this, and wake up every morning with a fire in my heart, ready to keep fighting the good fight.
You know you’re in a happy place when despite dealing with a dead laptop and a lamp fire, you’d still be able to describe your week as great.
This has been my first week in Harrisburg, PA, interning for PennLive. I absolutely love it here; I’m feeding off the energy of the staff here. I love the environment here, everyone has been so helpful, the photo staff is especially wonderful, and everyone wants to try new things and get creative, and are still laid back and want to have fun at work. I vibe really well here. I am one happy PJ.
I spent my first day getting all sorts of programs installed into my computer (which would promptly die a week later) and learning how to use the back-end of the website, which I’m still learning as I go on.
After that Joe, my boss, threw me in the game and has treated me like another staffer. I’m in such a happy place that I’m making pictures I’m actually starting to be happy with, immersing myself in the community around me, and just all around working really hard and really enjoying myself. This week I’ve shot a few graduations, a softball game, a VFW event, and of course construction (what would an interns first week be without a few photos of dirt and hardhats and cranes??)
Here’s to the first of twelve great weeks in midstate PA. Thanks for reading my words; here are some frames I made.