When covering sports and other types of performances that draw an audience’s attention to the obvious focal point of action, I’ve often found my eye drifting toward the area of activity just slightly off center stage. I enjoy watching the performers or athletes waiting to make an appearance, their nervous excitement building in the moments before they must prove themselves to those watching. Baseball dugouts are a fine example of this space. I find evidence of tension here in small moments: hands clenching a fence,
Altar server Matthew Zimmerman of Barnard leads the recessional after confirmation mass at St. Anthony’s in White River Junction earlier this month. In his first visit to the parish, Bishop Christopher Coyne, of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Burlington, confirmed more than a dozen young people during the mass. Confirmation, the fourth of seven sacraments, is the third sacrament of initiation and is the moment young people re-affirm their faith by their own choosing. See the upcoming Sunday Valley News for more about the confirmation
Kindergarteners visit the White River Junction fire station in October 1962. Valley News — Larry McDonald ∎ Posted to the Valley Visual blog Thursday at 2 p.m. Follow the Valley News on Twitter @VNewsUV.
A little over a month ago, I bought a fish tank. Walking down the aisle of the local pet store, I found the perfect tank that was the right size and fit my meager intern budget. I’ve never owned a pet fish, didn’t buy one during that shopping adventure, and don’t plan on getting one any time soon. I’m not really a fish person. Instead, I bought the tank for my prized Canon camera with a future story in mind — the Upper Valley listserv
It will surprise few who know me that I often encounter dogs at my assignments — regardless of what sort of story I am shooting. I am drawn to dogs. They have always been part of my life, and, in fact, they are an important part of the social fabric of the Upper Valley. No wonder that I gravitate toward them when I go out on assignment — and that my inability to pass up on the opportunity to say hello to a dog has
A.J. Potwin, of Sharon, left, and Scooter Cadwell, of Sharon, attempt to prime an uncooperative pump while collecting maple sap from about 150 taps for L.L. Potwin Services at their sugarbush in Quechee in late March. L.L Potwin also has about 1,100 taps at a sugarbush in Sharon. ∎ Posted to the Valley Visual blog Tuesday at 4:05 p.m. Follow the Valley News on Twitter @VNewsUV.
After I photographed Chloe Thompson, 13, and her mother Lauren Hurlburt at Stone Farm last month, they showed me around their Cornish farm. While looking in on a stall of lambs, I turned to see a head rising above the stall door behind me. It was a goat named Willow, perched atop a ram named Mongo, a habit the Hurlburts had not yet been able to capture on a camera and which I was lucky to see. ∎ Posted to the Valley Visual blog Wednesday at
I had just settled in to watch one more episode of Gilmore Girls before going to bed Saturday night when I got the call from the editor of our Sunday paper. There is a fire at a lumberyard in Fairlee. It’s big. We need you to cover it. I flew into action, changing out of my sweatpants, throwing on warm layers, all with adrenaline pumping in my veins. Just a few hours earlier, one of my coworkers listened as I complained about not getting the
A panel of Valley News judges looked at 405 entries for the 2015 Valley News Amateur Photography Contest, narrowing them down to 24 finalists, shown above. The finalists were displayed at the HomeLife Expo at Leverone Field House in Hanover on March 20-22. Visitors cast 764 ballots to choose first, second and third places. The winners will appear in the Sunday Valley News.
It’s no secret. I love basketball. I guess attending University of North Carolina — an NCAA Division I basketball powerhouse — can have that effect on someone. UNC-Chapel Hill has won five NCAA Championships, played in 18 Final Four games and produced such legendary players and coaches as Michael Jordan and Dean Smith. Or maybe it’s simply in my blood. My parents did watch the 1990 NCAA Final Four on their wedding night. Regardless of the cause, I love basketball. For that reason, it’s been