These Hills

My final for photojournalism is a project I’ve been working on here and there since May.  About my dad, my family, land, home, coal, West Virginia, etc.  Maybe a giant sprawl of a mess but I narrowed it down for this project and here is the final product.  For the purposes of this assignment we had to have a large number of still photographs.  I like some of them but I am also thinking of re-editing to make it better.

My favorite project so far:

These Hills from Heather Hendricks on Vimeo.

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The Seamstress

Final project for multimedia.  I’ve been working on it for weeks.  Did the audio twice and it could still use work.  I was rushed in editing so not one color correction was done.  But still… I’m really happy with the outcome.  I had a fantastic subject that was super easy to film and it was fun just getting to know her.  Danielle Mathis, seamstress/fashion designer.  I still have a way to go with filming, editing, audio, etc.  But one step at a time.

The Seamstress from Heather Hendricks on Vimeo.

interviews!

Second project in Multimedia – team up with a classmate, interview them and let them interview you.  Just sos we know what it feels like to have that devil of a lens pointed at our faces while we try to whittle down the essences of ourselves for the entire world to see.

yuck.

But I think it turned out pretty ok for the limitations we had.  We had no audio recorder so the audio sounds like it was recorded in a can.  We did the whole project after I had worked all day and was feeling sick.  No excuses, I know.  I’m just sayin.

My partner was Marcie Cabarga.
The videos without further ado:

 

Montage and Pablo Neruda

Our first video assignment of the semester in Multimedia was to create a montage of images that tell a story.  There can be no dialogue, but voice-overs or narration is ok.  We had two weeks to get footage and a week to edit.

I chose my favorite poem in the whole wide world – maybe slightly cliche or overdone but whatever – Pablo Neruda’s ‘Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines’.  I found some music that went beautifully with it.  I shot around my house and neighborhood during a two day downpour.  Appropriate mood, I thought.   My muse and friend, Chrissie Larkin, came into work the day before I was going to try shooting the story; I had no actor; it was fate.  She agreed to meet me the next day and came over.  We shot.  She was beautiful.  I edited.  I love it.

I think I’m going to continue working on it, because I love it for real.

Here’s the first draft: