Senior Photojournalism student, Sam Mallon document the legendary swim coach Bill Powell during our in person Mountain Workshops this past fall. Most know of Powell’s victories but now we learn about his struggles as he ages and battles against a disease that has impacted family members before him.
Women Photojournalists of Washington Reception and Lecture
You are invited Tuesday, February 15th for the opening reception and a SONY sponsored lecture with Stefani Reynolds at 5:00 PM JRH Gallery and auditorium. Reynolds is a photojournalist and documentary photographer based in Washington D.C. A graduate of Pratt Institute, her work seeks to address prominent issues within the American landscape, including poverty, homelessness, and gentrification.
The lecture will mark the opening of the Women Photojournalists of Washington (WPOW) 15th Annual Juried Exhibition, which features standout photography and multimedia pieces by members of WPOW from the past year. Photography and videos related to the year’s events from 24 member photographers and videographers, including Pro and Student Best in Show winners Sarah Silbiger and Yijo Shen, are included. We hope to see you there!
WHO?
Women Photojournalists of Washington exhibition opening with featured guest, Stefani Reynolds
WHEN?
Tuesday, Feb 15
5:00 – gallery doors open
5:30 – exhibition remarks
6:00 – lecture/presentation in JRH auditorium
WHERE?
Jody Richards Hall on the campus of WKU
Free and open to all, light refreshments will be served courtesy of the School of Media. Contact Tim Broekema (tim.broekema@wku.edu) if you have any questions
Witnessing the Destruction
Western Kentucky University photojournalism major, Gunnar Word, woke up early the morning after the devastating tornado outbreak that had ripped through the western portion of the state leveling communities and killing 77 people December 10 and 11, 2021. Word, a junior, began documenting the destruction near the university campus. What started as a one day exploration of his community turned into a week long assignment documenting the aftermath of the storms for Agence France-Presse (AFP) who distributed the images via Getty Images. Throughout the week, Word’s images ended up being published on NBC, ABC, CBS, Washington Post, The New York Times, and many others. Here are a few of the images from a week that will forever change our community of Bowling Green.
Neighbors walk down what remains of 13th Avenue in Bowling Green, Kentucky after a tornado touched down around 1:30am on December 11th, 2021. According to Gov. Andy Beshear of Kentucky the EF-3 tornado killed at least 70 people along its 200 mile path
Bowling Green, Kentucky resident Latonya Webb is overcome with emotion as she explains surviving the tornado that hit Bowling Green, Kentucky on December 11, 2021.
Two children sit stunned after being awoken in the middle of the night by the tornado that touched down in Bowling Green, Kentucky around 3am on the morning of December the 11, 2021. According to Gov. Andy Beshear of Kentucky the EF-3 tornado killed at least 70 people along its 200 mile path.
Muhammad Raad helps his friends mother sort through what is left of her belongings after extreme weather hit the area, in Bowling Green, Kentucky on December 13, 2021.
A resident of “The Cardinal Inn” in Bowling Green Kentucky surveys the damages done after a tornado touched down around 1:30am on December 11th, 2021. According to Gov. Andy Beshear of Kentucky the EF-3 tornado killed at least 70 people along its 200 mile path.
Kitty Williams Holds up a sign that survived the storm as her friends and family help gather her belongings of what is left of his house after extreme weather hit the area, in Bowling Green, Kentucky on December 13, 2021. – Kentucky officials voiced relief Monday that dozens of workers at a candle factory appear to have survived tornadoes that killed at least 88 people and left a trail of devastation across six US states.
Spring Semester 2022 Majors/Minor Meeting
Our PJ majors and minors meeting for the semester is Tuesday, January 25, at 5:30 p.m., in JRH Room 127.
Come join us! This is a critical meeting for you to find out what the program has to offer and what opportunities/activities are coming up this semester, as well as to meet the faculty and students in our fine program.
Everyone is invited, freshman to seniors and everyone in between! Don’t miss it!! Get involved!!!
Reimagining Tradition: The return of Mountain Workshops
Begin your school year by planning a visit to an exhibition of unique and thought provoking photographs and video short stories that allow you to experience lives other than your own.
For the first time in its 45 year history, Mountain Workshops was conducted both in person and virtually, allowing for WKU Photojournalism students to participate with visual journalists from across the nation. During one week in October of 2021, these visual journalists documented people from Bowling Green, Oakland, Cal., Louisville, Ky., Washington, D.C., and South Burlington, Vt. Together the photographs and video short stories display a diverse range of people and the hardships and triumphs that they face.
The exhibition, located on the campus of Western Kentucky University in Jody Richards Hall, is open Monday – Friday 9:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m. except for when the school is closed.
This exhibition is sponsored by The School of Media’s Photojournalism program and is free and open to the public.
Mountain Workshops returns to campus
Mountain Workshops returned to WKU campus this year as we offered the options of a Remote workshop or a Live experience for our WKU students. Seniors Brenna Pepke and Gabi Broekema were able to focus on story for the week with guidance from video coaches Leslye Davis and Carey Wagner.
Brenna Pepke’s Caught in the balance
Since her partner’s diagnosis, Andee Rudloff has worked to regain balance in her life. As relationships change, so does Andee’s perspective on how to respond to her life’s new structure.
Gabi Broekema’s Underdogs
Brian ‘Slim’ Nash and his daughter, Presley, have a bond stronger than Presley’s condition of alpha-mannosidosis. Presley’s strength against the incurable disorder amazes and inspires her father daily.
Sam Mallon – Finding stories that feed your passion
During Sam Mallon’s past four years at Western Kentucky University the photojournalism major has alway made a point to give a voice to subjects she is passionate about. This past summer her love for nature led her to intern at Acadia National Park where her Instagram feed began to fill with fungi, bees and crashing waves. Here are a collection of images from her past year at WKU where she continues to showcase people and their approach to life. For more of her work visit: https://samamallon.com
“I really liked that [Everly] is able to spend a lot of her days, as she’s learning, outdoors,” said Patrick. Homeschooling Everly, Patrick’s five-year-old daughter, is of utmost importance to her. “I like that she can have access to certain educational materials that aren’t necessarily promoting a history of colonization or that don’t have respect for other species,” said Patrick, “Doing any sort of homeschooling, you can choose [educational materials] that support your values and morals.” Following their Thanksgiving meal, Patrick took her children on a hike with a tray of food from their feast and their garden as an offering to the spirits that protect the land they occupy. Giving thanks, respecting and celebrating the history of land they live on is central to Patrick’s teaching practices for her daughter.
Chiara Jeanfils, a Friends of Acadia Summit Steward, illuminates the night sky with sparklers as her friends look on while dancing on the rocks beside the pier on the campus of the College of the Atlantic prior to the fireworks show on Monday, July 5, 2021.
“Derik Overstreet, 24, trains as a Mixed Martial Arts fighter at least once a day and up to three times a day. Overstreet, a local activist in Bowling Green, uses boxing as a release for the frustration and anger that comes as a consequence in doing social justice work. Derik Overstreet, 24, uses his platform as a MMA fighter to promote his non-profit, Bowling Green for Peace, and to cope, “If [activism] was all I did, If I didn’t have some kind of physical outlet, I would have lost it,” Overstreet said.”
Vinny Almeida kisses Sarah Macleod, both of Boston, MA, while Almeida plays ukulele as they walk back along the sand bar from Bar Island Path on Thursday, July 22, 2021 in Acadia National Park.
Zane Meyer-Thornton
Zane Meyer-Thornton, a senior photojournalism major from Los Angeles, California has recently seen success following his summer internship at the Cincinnati Enquirer. His image of a protester won a 1st place finish in the College Photographer of the Year competition for General News. Previously Zane has worked as a Creative in Residence at Boyd’s Station during the summer in 2020 and has worked at WKU Student Publications since coming to Western. This past year he was named to the Native American Journalists Fellowship program, which produces content on Indigenous People and communities. Here are a few of his images from his work this past year. To see more of his work visit: https://www.zanemtphoto.com
A supporter of former President Donald Trump takes a break from protesting the arrival of President Joe Biden on the corner of Delhi Road and Neeb Road outside of Mount Saint Joseph University, where President Biden is set to speak at a town hall on Thursday, July 21, 2021.
Brian Bayley, of Walnut hills, crashes into hay bales as he finishes his race on Saturday, July 31, 2021 at Dangerwheel, in the Pendleton area of Over-the-Rhine. Dangerwheel is an adult big-wheel race where proceeds are used to raise money for beautification efforts in the community.
Being able to help construct the foundation for children is something Guerra keeps close to her heart. She hopes her love and care can assist them on their journey, no matter where their destination may be. “Having a support system for a child is huge. I feel like that’s why I have been able to do the things that I have been able to do. I’ve always had somebody to look up to, somebody that I know has my back,” said Guerra.
Ellie Banaszynski, 5, has a snack between games of Killerqueen on Sunday, June 20, 2021 at Wondercade Cincy. By having only classic arcade games, Wondercade Cincy is helping a new generation of people enjoy games from years past.
March to March: A Year of Unrest, Uncertainty and Unknowns
Gallery exhibition features 68 images and three short-form documentary films from 19 different WKUPJ alumni photojournalists who were assigned to capture our unprecedented times.
The third month of the year 2020 brought great change to how our nation and our world would go about living daily life. A pandemic not seen on such a scale since 1918 touched every community, shutting down businesses, entertainment, travel and choking our economy and health care system. And like many issues in this divided country, it became political. Protests erupted over mask mandates, political ideology and racism. A nation under siege became exhausted.
Spring turned to summer, and summer to fall, then fall to winter. Soon it was March again. A new year for hope, but still communities struggled to understand and cope with the ripple effects of COVID-19.
On the front lines of all the news was a group of dedicated photojournalists, often risking their own health to tell the important stories.
March to March, A Year of Unrest, Uncertainty and Unknowns, looks at the work of nineteen WKU photojournalism alumni and how their presence allows us to bear witness to history unraveling before our very eyes. Five decades of experience, generations of graduates come together to tell the complete story of an extraordinary year.
The exhibit is free and open to the public in the Jody Richards Hall Gallery and Atrium through November 11. Hours of the gallery are Monday through Wednesday 9:00 am to 9:00 pm and Thursday 9:00 am – 4:00 pm.
WKUPJ Alumni Look Back on 9-11 and their Journey to Cover History
“It made me question if I was holding the right tool, but a camera is the tool of my trade,” – Michael Bunch
Twenty years ago WKU Photojournalism students decided to journey to NYC and Washington DC to document the biggest historical event in their lives, the September 11 attack. Recently WKU President Gary Ransdell looked back on that day and remembered hearing that students from the Photojournalism program had decided to drive to NYC to cover the tragedy. He explained his first reaction was concern for their safety but quickly understood we are training them to be journalist and that is what journalist do.
MARK ANDERSON
Under different circumstances, a weeklong trip to New York City for three college students would have been a lot of fun. But 852 miles away, history was happening.
Within a couple of hours of hearing of the devastation on September 11, 2001, I was in a car along with two other photojournalism students from Western Kentucky University.
In Bowling Green, Kentucky, I’d left behind a week’s worth of classes, four very understanding professors and two very frightened parents on the other end of a telephone.
“Be careful,” my dad said.
How fortunate that my mom had not answered the phone. I don’t think I could’ve told her where I was going.
On the road, we listened to radio reports of what was happening. We didn’t know what we would find when we got there, or if we’d even get there.
We were scared.
We arrived in New York in the early morning hours of September 12. Lights from the worksite at Ground Zero illuminated the smoke still drifting over the city.
I spent four days in New York, photographing the pain, the devastation, but mostly the indomitable human spirit that was alive everywhere around the magnificent city.
The feeling there was much different than we had expected. People were shocked and dazed, but friendly and polite — nothing like the rude New Yorkers you hear about or see in the movies. They had wanted to talk about what happened to them and the country and what was still happening.
During our third night, after walking around for a couple of hours, trying hard not to be noticed, it began to rain. We eventually found shelter beneath an awning only a couple of blocks from ground zero. The three of us huddled together because it was very cold.
I remember just how miserable I was and then began thinking of the people who were still trapped inside the remains of the smoldering towers and how cold and wet and alone they must have felt. That was the moment that it really felt personal.
Going to New York to photograph the attacks isn’t something I’m proud of; it’s just something I did. I didn’t have to think about going. I had the opportunity to see something that I knew would forever change our country, and I went.
JAMES BRANAMAN
There was a lot of self-doubt covering such a large-scale event as a student, especially not knowing exactly how, if ever, the images would be used.
There was discussion before we even left about whether it was responsible to go and possibly add further strain to a chaotic situation, but a few other students and myself felt very strongly a need to document this tragic moment in history.
So, when one of us secured a place to stay in the city we drove all night and arrived on the morning of September 12.
I went into the situation thinking I was covering an event that had already happened, but the truth was that the story was still unfolding, with repercussions that would be felt for many years to come.
The gravity of the situation washed over me after seeing hundreds of faces on “missing” posters plastered across the city as many people had not yet officially been declared deceased.
Our first night we photographed people gathered at makeshift memorials in parks near Ground Zero, with some of us finally putting away our cameras to help each other deal with the overwhelming feeling of sorrow and tragedy.
The next day, when F-16 fighter jets screamed overhead at low altitude, the thought crossed my mind, will they attack again?
YULI WU
The morning of September 11, I woke up to an ABC Special Report as Peter Jennings reported that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center North Tower.
In class with journalism professor Mrs. Albers, we watched the World Trade Center South Tower get demolished by a highjacked plane. I remembered the class was silent as everyone was in disbelief.
Two of my classmates and I made the decision an hour later to drive 12 hours to New York City to document the event.
As we stood close to Ground Zero, we witnessed chaos and bravery from the people of New York. We documented the event as best as we could. I remembered the drive home was depressing. Throughout the night, I was terrified, and what-ifs kept repeating in my mind.
What if they target a small town such as Bowling Green or my hometown of Ann Arbor, Michigan? What’s going to happen next? The unknowns were uneased.
I remember September 11 as if it was yesterday. My mental wellness was affected, and thousands of Americans suffered.
What we witnessed on TV and in person was a nightmare that became a reality that day.
May the heroes of New York City be remembered.
ANDREAS FUHRMANN
I was working on a photo story when I saw live news coverage of the 9/11 attack. Going up to New York was the talk among us. Some went right away. Others like myself waited a few days, and then decided to go.
For me, my hesitation came from not wanting to get in the way. I wasn’t a working journalist with an outlet (so I thought) so I didn’t feel I had a reason to be there. I changed my mind after a couple of days and four of us drove up. I decided that it was too big of an event to not go.
I was a nontraditional student in my early thirties. Another person I went up with was also older. The others were young college kids, and all of us handled ourselves wonderfully in such a raw situation.
The New Yorkers were extremely receptive and welcoming as well. I can’t recall anyone turning away from a camera. Everyone was on the same page when it came to documenting this horrific event.
Over the years, and more recently, I have found my thoughts drifting to the image I made on that trip of a woman looking at the Jasper Johns American flag painting in the Museum of Modern Art days after the attack. I wonder what she was thinking then, and now. I wonder what many of us are thinking about our country.
As for New York right after the attack, one typically doesn’t get to experience humanity on this level in a lifetime.
It is hard to believe that, until the other day, we’ve been at war ever since that day 20 years ago. In that time, I’ve again changed careers. I’ve seen my classmates go on to have families, their children never knowing us not at war.
Going up to New York and covering the tragedy of 9/11 was something we needed to do. I believe we are better for it.
NINA GREIPEL
I was young, and while very independent, I hadn’t been to a big city on my own since I was a kid with my parents.
I am glad Jenny Sevcik and MJ Mahon decided to tag along in my car. Along the drive we heard from others that they had either turned around, or decided to drive to Washington, D.C., instead. We kept heading towards New York and finally arrived late in the evening on 9/11 and checked into a hotel in New Jersey.
When we entered New York City on September 12, we made our way into Tribeca, where we could see a parade of vehicles delivering water and supplies to the nearby rescue crews.
We kept walking south. The sun was shining and there was a lot of noise from people hollering at the rescue vehicles, and just in general there was a lot of commotion. As we turned into a quieter side street, I saw a firefighter sitting on a stoop, his uniform dirty and his hands over his face, crying. I just remember that so vividly because I was wondering what we were about to experience.
When I was there with my family as a kid, I do remember one thing very vividly: it was a big and impersonal city. People would pass each other by, not speaking to each other, ignoring each other, keeping to themselves.
On September 12, 2001, it was a completely different feeling. Small groups had formed on the streets and in the parks. Strangers were randomly interacting with each other sharing stories and information. It felt more like a small village rather than a big city.
This was even more noticeable in areas where people had posted “missing” posters with pictures of their loved ones. Seeing those is what really made it real for me. So many posters and so many loved ones missing. It was gut wrenching.
I am glad I had the opportunity to experience one of the biggest news events in history with my camera and my classmates, though I wish I never would have had the reason to go.
I was 27 and not yet that experienced in photojournalism, but it was a valuable lesson. It was not only a lesson in how to approach people who were in anguish but also how to deal with my own anguish and emotions after returning from it all.
MICHAEL BUNCH
Twenty years after 9/11, l remember the human spirit much more than I remember the destruction and chaos.
I recall watching vehicles roll in from all over the country, sedans strapped with wheelbarrows and shovels, covered in makeshift signs stating they’d traveled to New York City to help in any way possible.
It made me question if I was holding the right tool, but a camera is the tool of my trade, so I focused on finding images that showed less the tears and rubble and more how remarkable people can be in the wake of immense tragedy.
DAVID COOPER
I’m not sure what I expected as we drove toward New York on the Thursday after September 11, 2001. As we got closer, we could see across the Hudson River. I saw the smoke still rising from Ground Zero. The tragedy became real with such sadness.
Twenty years later, I certainly remember that sadness as we documented those few days. But I mostly remember the resiliency of New Yorkers. They pulled together for the common good. The country did the same. I hope for that feeling of unity now.
AMY SMOTHERMAN BURGESS
When I think back this is what I remember:
- Listening
- Shock at the size of the hole in the earth.
- Watching hope turn to despair and grief.
- Not being able to focus my camera through tears, but still shooting.
- Feeling the importance of documenting the events of September 11, 2001, knowing that the future would be changed.
JAMES KENNEY
As my colleague, David Cooper, and former student, Amy Smotherman Burgess, and I drove into New York City in the wee hours of the Friday morning after 9/11, with smoke still rising from where the twin towers once stood on the city skyline, I remember thinking to myself, “This is not how I wanted to see New York City for the first time.”
I grew up in Los Angeles, but my father, who died when I was 17, grew up in New York. Perhaps because of this the city had always held a special, almost mystical place in my mind and heart. I had always dreamed of traveling to New York City to walk the streets that my father walked as a child. But instead, I was walking these same streets photographing destruction, disbelief, pain, tears, and the faint hope that those missing were still alive.
By the end of the weekend, hope had faded. The reality of what happened had fully set in.
I came in sadness and left in sadness. I brought home photographs and audio, stories that I hoped would make some sense of it all, or at least make some difference. Beyond my prayers, this was all I had to offer.
JED CONKLIN
It’s my first time in New York City.
The buildings tower over the chaotic streets. An acrid haze diffuses the September sun and the endless lines of flashing emergency lights. Every road and sidewalk leading to Ground Zero is locked down. Every park has huddled masses. Many people are crying, wrapped by the consoling arms of strangers. Candles, teddy bears, flowers, and keepsakes are set up in impromptu memorials throughout the city. It appears every lamppost is hauntingly decorated with the faces of the missing – the phone numbers of their loved ones boldly printed, pleading for someone to call with good news.
It is quieter than I expected, as if we were all at a wake and being loud would be disrespectful. And so, it is with quiet and careful steps that we move about the city doing what we are trained to do.
We photograph what we see today so it is not forgotten tomorrow.
IMAGES CAPTURED BY OUR STUDENTS IN THE AFTERMATH OF 9-11