A single frame, a passing train and the quiet discipline of panning. This is a look at how practice turns chance into craft.
The Ceremony Begins You never picture yourself at one of these ceremonies, but if you did, it would be like this. Cold, damp, and overcast. Perfect. As it should be. I always feel that the sun has no place here today; it feels too much like it’s trying to put the fun into funeral. I’d…