Newspapers I kept
I am used to saving good tearsheets, copies of my pictures printed in magazines and newspapers. But generally, if I don’t have a photo in it, publications hit the recycle bin after the final page.
That’s not the case for a select group of newspapers.
They have dates I remember.
These are dates that impacted me, moved me and changed me. They changed the lives of many friends here in the Northwest photojournalism community. And so these are the newspapers I kept. They traveled with me when I moved. They sit on top of my pile of tearsheets.
And for better or for worse, I wanted to hold onto them — not for any collectibility nonsense — but for a much more selfish purpose. I wanted to be able to hold onto what I felt that day. These will not see the recycling bin.