Norway by Laura Heald

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I grew up on a beach in Florida.  As a child, the idea of the far north always fascinated me. I loved reindeer and Santa Claus.  Snow was something from the movies, not real life.  My birthday cake on my 6th birthday donned three trolls.  My favorite part of Disney World was Epcot’s Norway.

So for me, the chance to spend a winter week in the arctic circle was like a childhood dream come true.

Tromsø, Norway, is a long way away.  It takes all 24 hours to get there on a good day.  On bad days - like our travel through New York, Paris and Oslo last week - it takes closer to 32 hours.  You leave home in the dark, you arrive in the dark and wake in the dark.  Sunshine is rare in the winter and snow is expected.

We were meeting friends up there.  Leigh Birch, a Brit who now lives in California. Dionys Moser, a Swiss photographer and tour guide.  Raymond Hoffman, a German photographer who lives in Sweden with his Icelandic wife.  Pascal Richard a native of France who runs Professional Services for Nikon Switzerland.  We were all there to see the Northern Lights.

Tromsø is considered one of the best places in the world to see the Aurora Borealis. But going to Tromsø doesn’t guarantee a northern light sighting.  When we first arrived, our chances to see the lights appeared dismal.  Clouds were predicted every night and the amount of solar activity was uncertain.

Instead of counting on the night to make our images, we took advantage of the day.  Bill, Leigh and I got up early one morning to watch the sun rise over a fjord.  Norway’s landscape is frequently hidden behind clouds and snow, but on a clear day it is breathtaking, almost unbelievable.  We used a D800 with a 14-24mm f/2.8 along with a Lee Kit-SW150 Super Wide Filter Holder.

We drove down icy roads with the heat cranked in the car.  We told stories and listened to American music on Norwegian radio.

We returned to Tromsø in time for a late breakfast and a nap.  We woke to the phone ringing.  Raymond was calling and he was excited.  The weather had changed.  The clouds would part.

We left the hotel at 5:30 p.m. so we would be out of the city lights by sundown.  At 7 p.m., with our tripods set and the intervalometers running, Raymond pointed to a small streak in the sky.  The light show was about to start.

The experience of seeing the northern lights is hard to explain.  It’s something I had heard about and seen in pictures, but it is something I had to see to believe.  Watching the green clouds move across the sky, change form and disappear as suddenly as they came, helped me understand why people in this part of the world believe in the supernatural.  It is easy to imagine something you see every night.

We were lucky.  We got to see the lights two nights in a row.  Mostly, it gave us time to absorb what we were seeing.  To fully appreciate the experience we were having.

You cannot easily capture the lights on video.  As bright as they are, they are too dark for proper video capture.  To fix this problem, we brought our Nikon’s - two D4s and one D800 - to photograph the lights, doing time lapses using intervalometers.  We tried different exposures.  Some time-lapses were captured at 6 second exposures, others at 10, still others at 30.

Bill and I move so quickly sometimes, especially with sports photography, that it is nice to slow down.  This trip was short, but was also a nice change of pace.  We went to have fun with friends, and we left with some amazing photos.

Next year, Bill and I are teaming up with Dionys and Raymond for a photo tour in Tromsø.  I can’t guarantee we will see the lights, but I promise it will be spectacular.

Havana by Bill Frakes

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It's Havana's birthday. She's a dozen years old today.

I remember when I met her so clearly.

She has had an incredible effect on my life.  I see things with a softer edge now that she is in the world.

In Osaka, Japan Alexander Hassenstein, who I met first in Barcelona at the Olympics when he was barely 17, and then again in St Perersburg Russia during the Goodwill  Games, asked me what my new daughter was called.  ....when I told him Havana his  eyes lit up, and he called Germany immediately to speak to Sabine--then carrying their unborn daughter--and he said "I have her name.  It must be Havana."

Two old friends, who behave like children,  crossing paths all over the world, sharing stories about their Havanas.  And an unspoken bond forged through a love of life, people, and images.

More of my images of Havana through the years are on my Website.

Sandhill Cranes by Bill Frakes

Growing up in Nebraska, I experienced nature first-hand. Life on the plains taught me to live on the land and to appreciate its natural beauty.

Nebraska's mystery and majesty have always inspired me creatively.

It's remembering those roots that keeps me fresh.

More than 500,000 sandhill cranes stop along the Platte River each spring as they make their way northward. Tom Lynn, Laura and I will be there to document their visit.

In a recent interview with the New York Times, George Archibald, one of the founders of the International Crane Foundation discussed cranes and their elegant dance. "[The cranes] have complicated and beautiful behaviors — they dance and duet and have all kinds of vocal and visual languages in ways that seem to be human-like. They are devoted to a single mate for life and rear just one or two chicks at a time. Because of this and other factors, they are also one of the most endangered groups of birds."

The plains of Nebraska are known as a vast, open space with endless skies and unbroken sight lines, the only constant noise the whistling wind but when the cranes descend on the wide flat Platte all that changes. These majestic birds create a city on the sandbars and bustling traffic in the skies.

I invite you to come to come to Nebraska in mid March to experience first-hand why so many nature enthusiasts call the sandhill crane migration one of the greatest spectacles of nature in North America.

I'll be leading a photo tour that will allow you to not only experience the migration but also to capture video and images of the phenomenon.

The tour includes entrance to the blinds, hands-on instruction from me, Tom and Laura with the cameras and support systems. There will also be an Apple certified Final Cut Trainer providing instruction.

You can learn more about the tour and secure your spot at http://strawhatvisuals.flywheelsites.com/workshops/cranes/.

Newspaper by Bill Frakes

I've spent most of my adult life working for print publications. Almost the entire time, I have had to suffer through conversations about why print is dead. I see photo staffs being eliminated to save money at newspapers who are struggling financially because they can't sell their products. That makes very little sense to me as a long term plan. It's a desperate stab literally in the dark to raise short term numbers without any initiative, cleverness or creativity. Eliminating content providers eliminates content production and doing that is not going to attract or retain content purchasers.

Boarding my flight from Oslo to London, I watched passenger after passenger grab 2 or 3 newspapers from racks next to airplane door.

The entire flight virtually every seat was filled with people reading the morning newspapers.

The plane was WIFI equipped, but for this flight, on this day, newspapers ruled the air.

Makes me wonder if they know something we don't.

Stories for the Super Bowl by Bill Frakes

Every Super Bowl, I have some form of connection with at least one of the teams in the game.

Early in my career at Sports Illustrated, I covered 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh when he was the starting quarterback in Indianapolis.  One shoot in particular sticks in my memory.  As a coach, Harbaugh is known for being tough to interview.  As a player, at least with me, he was great.  Not only did he give me as much time as I needed, but he took me out for breakfast -- at Cracker Barrel.

Harbaugh reading the paper at home.

Then in October of last year, Laura and I, along with Sports Illustrated Senior Writer Tim Layden, did a story on the four kickers in NFL history who have kicked 63 yard field goals. David Akers of the 49ers is in this elite group.

David not only gave us as much time as we needed, he brought his family in to meet us.  We had so much fun with them, we shot their Christmas card while we were there.

People always ask me who my favorite sports teams are.  My answer: I like people, not teams.  David Akers and Jim Harbaugh are two of those people.  They were gracious and easy to deal with, and so I hope they do well.

Over the years, I have covered more than 25 Super Bowls. For tomorrow's game I'll be Amsterdam bound to judge the World Press Photo competition, but I will definitely be checking in on the action in NOLA -- as soon as I land.

The Creative Process by Bill Frakes

A few days ago, I went to get my hair cut.

One of the simple pleasures of my life is watching the creative process at work.

From inspirational speaker Marco Antonio Torres crafting a lecture on art after looking at a barista delicately putting a milk message on the top of a latte to Professor William Rankin using quantum physics to explain medievalism. Or my sister Elizabeth crafting anything magically with cloth to Laura shaping a coherent  message from my disjointed images and thoughts.

This was a new one. My favorite stylist Lisa Hershman used a photograph I took of her hair years ago -- a present actually for her husband -- and had the contours of the interior of her studio built to replicate the lines of that image.

Just wish my hair could look that good.

Joey Abrait by Bill Frakes

On assignment for Sports Illustrated in Russia, I met a young Lithuanian photographer Joey Abrait. We went for long slow walks around St. Petersburg shooting and talking about images and photojournalism for hours. But mostly, we talked about freedom and the differences of growing up in the American Midwest and in a Soviet occupied Baltic country.

The freedom we were talking about was far from political, but artistic and journalistic.

She is finding hers in her work, both written and photographic. I'm not sure how many languages she speaks, but at least four or five, and I love her words.  She has a new blog and it's going to be fun to follow.

Joey last winter in Stockholm.

Clyde Butcher by Bill Frakes

I visited Clyde Butcher's wonderful gallery again a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't my first trip to that special place, and it certainly won't be my last.

Here is a man that has done it his way.

His life's work is a study in how to harness vision and passion and own it. He photographs places that mean something special to him, and he does it in a big bold way.

As I slowly turned my car back onto the road, I was left thinking that what needs to matter is to do the work I need to do for me. To share my feelings and thoughts. Making images not because I have to, but because I live to.