The closest I’ve been to Nightcrawler

The day my comrades at the San Francisco Examiner started respecting me as a photojournalist was the day of the gas line explosion.  It started like we were in a lazily-written, slow-burning news thriller. All members of the paper were present in the newsroom. This was unusual, because most often the reporters were out reporting.Continue reading “The closest I’ve been to Nightcrawler”