I had fun with some of my own photos over on the photo blog this morning.
… as you may see.
But yesterday I was reminded of a real photographer I once worked with on a now obscure book I did in 1993-1994: The teaching of reading in the Botany Cluster (Erskineville, NSW : Metropolitan East Disadvantaged Schools Program, NSW Department of School Education, 1994.) It was illustrated with some great photos by a kid from Sydney Boys High who was, I was told, a crash-hot photographer. He was certainly very professional and I was amazed by his assurance that he would be a sports photographer in the future.
His name was Adam Pretty, and still is – and he’s one of the best sports photographers in the business!
Here’s one of his more recent photos:
The Taj Mahal is magnificent by day, but to see it by moonlight is, for the lucky ones who can, a truly unforgettable experience.
Photograph by: Adam Pretty, Getty Images
See also Photojournalism tells its prizewinning stories (2011):
The World Press Photo is the most prestigious award for photojournalists. This year’s winners spanned a multitude of issues, from domestic violence and punishment in Taleban-ruled Afghanistan to images showing the very first minutes after the earthquake which hit Haiti in January 2010.
Marco Di Lauro highlighted the food crisis in Niger and Ed Kashi presented the damaging defects caused by Agent Orange in Vietnam. Taking Google Maps as his source, Michael Wolf pulled some of the shocking, unusual and unfortunate events caught on Google’s cameras in his series A Series of Unfortunate Events, Google Street View, and Adam Pretty shows off the beautiful bodies of the world’s leading sports athletes.
A two-week judging period took 108,059 submitted images by 5847 photographers from 125 countries, and narrowed them down to just 56 winners and runners-up in nine categories.
Guess we can say Adam is talented. I am still amazed by the way he knew he was – without arrogance – and knew where he was going while still a kid. He was in the class of 1996, so when he was “my” photographer he must have been in Year 9 or 10.