Don't cry for me federal attorneys
Yesterday I got to photograph the Gonzales hearing with the Jedi Master Doug, whose genius I can only hope I can attain. To quote Beck's song "Ozzy":
[Doug] you're the man...how can I grasp your power?
This is one of the photos I took. I was just waiting for (soon not to be) Attorney General Gonzales to start crying at any moment. Considering the tears I have shed recently, I can't say that I would have blamed him. He was getting a far worse critique than I have ever received. Then again, I don't aid and abet in stripping away civil liberties.
[Doug] you're the man...how can I grasp your power?
This is one of the photos I took. I was just waiting for (soon not to be) Attorney General Gonzales to start crying at any moment. Considering the tears I have shed recently, I can't say that I would have blamed him. He was getting a far worse critique than I have ever received. Then again, I don't aid and abet in stripping away civil liberties.
Labels: Gonzales, Other Musings, Photography, Work
5 Comments:
How do you get to go to all these fun political events? I want to go. I'd love to photograph Alberto 'cause he's so dreamy...in a pile of shit kind of way.
I'm an assistant at a newspaper and have my Capitol Hill press credentials. As fun as these things look, they aren't all this fun. Remember, we only have a little more than a year and a half of this administration, so enjoy this while you can.
Oh, cool. I want Capitol Hill press credentials. Maybe one day. Do you get to own the pictures you take while you're working at the paper?
No, you don't get to own the pictures you take. The paper owns the copyright. In France, it is (or was) different. The photographer also owned the rights to the pictures.
Bastards!
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