Where the action is

042007track.jpg The Virginia Tech tragedy brought some old friends from the Washington media into our backyard this week. John Niles, an acerbic Brit and a great photographer I worked with for years, decided to visit Floyd and talk about old times over a cup of coffee.

Like so many others from my previous life, John has trouble understanding why I gave up the fast lane for life in the hills.

042007track.jpg The Virginia Tech tragedy brought some old friends from the Washington media into our backyard this week. John Niles, an acerbic Brit and a great photographer I worked with for years, decided to visit Floyd and talk about old times over a cup of coffee.

Like so many others from my previous life, John has trouble understanding why I gave up the fast lane for life in the hills.

"The Tech shooting must have brought back the old longing for the action," he said.

"No," I answered. "It didn’t."

"So what do you shoot now?" "Sports mainly."

"Sports? What kind of sports?"

"High school sports."

"High school sports? That’s got to be a drag."

"Just the opposite."

John went back to Blacksburg for more of "the action." I went to Floyd County High School for a track meet (above). He photographed the depression of death. I photographed the exuberance of life. He chronicled the end of life. I captured the beginnings. That’s all the action I want or need.

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