Tito and Me

 

One of the perks of shooting the UWC events for Bloodyelbow.com!

That's me with Tito Ortiz. Normally I don't like to put myself in my own shots, and in the past I have ignored the celebrity guests as I try to maintain some semblance of professionalism *snicker*, but hey.... it's Tito Ortiz! The only way I could be more excited is if it had been Forrest Griffin.

Check out my latest shots to be featured exclusively on www.bloodyelbow.com!!

*Life is sooooo good.*

My UWC Pics on BloodyElbow.com!

EDITED to add: I updated the links below as they were mobile versions that my blackberry inserted. Sorry for the glitch!
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Sorry for the delay in posting. Those of you who know me know this was a trying week for a number of reasons, not the least of which was a severely limited internet connection. Nevertheless, I am happy to log on briefly tonight (thank you Blackberry!!) to include the following link.

Yep, that's one of my shots featured on BloodyElbow.com! Luke Thomas, Editor-in-Chief, was nice enough to let me cover the event for his website. It was a great experience. I had a ROCKIN seat, right up against the cage and within earshot of Luke calling the event for the UWC.

The fights were fantastic, especially the bout between John "The Magician" Dodson and Jose "The Pistol" Villarisco. Those guys are a photographer's dream come true with all their flying kicks and acrobatics. Amazing!

The matchup between LeVon Maynard and Kyle Baker was also pretty exciting for me. It was something I'd been waiting for for a long time as I'm a fan of both fighters. I was torn who to root for, but enjoyed it immensely even though I knew one was gonna go down.

Finally, the fight between Iman Achhal and Felice Herrig was a new one for me. I'd never seen a girl MMA matchup before and wondered if I would enjoy it as much as the men. The answer is yes. It was definitely different but still enjoyable.

On a whole, it was a great night with great fights and good photo ops. I also got to rub elbows with my photog friend and (dare I say?) unofficial mentor, Keith Mills, and schmooz a bit with friends and FighterLink owners John and Jen Tackett. Thanks guys, for looking out for me at this event! I'm still really new to this world so I can use all the Big Brothering I can get! ;)

Pics taken for BloodyElbow.com can also be found here.

Fingers Crossed........

Folks, it's that time again. This Saturday night I will be sitting cageside shooting the UWC Man "O" War event at George Mason University's Patriot Center. I'm especially excited about this event because, if all goes well, my pictures will be featured on another website with a pretty wide MMA audience. I'm a little superstitious so I'm not going to say too much more until after the event. The reality is that a lot of things could go wrong and I obsess about every single one of them. For instance, I may not get a good seat- it's entirely up to the promotions staff. If I don't get a good seat, then all I will get are pictures of a chain link fence and a blur of pink beyond it. So until I know my shots are golden, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed, hope everything works in my favor, and try not to jinx myself by giving too much away.

At any rate, check back on Sunday to see how things went, and wish me luck! Oh! And if you want to watch the event yourself, Sherdog.com will be streaming it live. Here's the link. It's free, and you might even see me.... I'll be the chick wearing the stupid grin and taking pictures.

The Struggle

 

This is Dave Branch battling Robbie Houston. To me, this is what I love most about MMA: the strain, the amazing physical struggle between two men trying to best one another. It's so basic and so visceral- you can practically see the blood pumping through their veins.

When people ask me why I enjoy watching MMA, I always stammer. I can't find the words that will cast it in the light it deserves. Instead, I shrug, shake my head, grin shyly, and admit I don't know the answer to that. But this picture sums it up. Whatever words are failing me, they're visible in this photograph. Why do I enjoy watching MMA? Because of moments like this.

Exhaustion

 

Last month I posted a picture of an unidentified tattooed fighter. I finally figured out who he is. His name is Daniel Sarafian and he defeated his opponent, Lamont Lister, by arm bar in the 3rd round. This is the two of them in the second round. I have a couple of shots of them in this position, one with Sarafian's arm wrapped tightly around Lister's neck. With his tattoos, his arm looks exactly like a boa constrictor suffocating its prey. But you can't see Lister's face in those, and one of the things I like about this shot is how you can see his face. Well, partially. Lister is breathing out of his mouth and he's exhausted. But that's what draws you in and that's why I chose to post this picture.

Go Big Red!

 
When I took this picture of John Cholish, I didn't realize he used to wrestle for Cornell, my alma mater. It wasn't until tonight when I read his bio that I discovered he was a fellow Cornellian (hence my nod to Big Red). Funny that the two of us should find ourselves on opposite sides of the cage here in DC- him fighting and me shooting....

Apparently Cholish was quite a good wrestler and now he fights out of New York City with Team Renzo Gracie. In this bout, Cholish defeated Chris Connor from MMA Institute (on the bottom) by unanimous decision.

I think the thing that strikes me about this photo is how every muscle in Cholish is contracting- every single one. There is not one fiber that is resting; he is one giant spring-loaded weapon in the act of firing. You can even see the strain in his toes. Extraordinary.

I chose a square format to reduce distraction. Normally I crop to a 4x6 ratio but there was a distracting lady whose white forehead and eyes peeping over the mats stood out too much against the black backdrop. She kept drawing the eye away from Cholish, who I meant to be the focus. She had to go, so I tightened up the crop using a 1:1 and adjusted the frame to the Rule of Thirds. I also sharpened it and brought up the contrast a tad just to darken the chain links in the foreground.

Never too old

 
This is Buck "The Coach" Grant. After 7 years of retirement, he's back on the mats showing his students at Hybrid Academy of Martial Arts how it's done. He's also a CrossFit athlete (thanks Brown!). Not hard to imagine that; this was him last month during the Battle at the Nation's Capital. Did I mention he's 32 years old? (As a 33-year old who refuses to accept the idea that age=deterioration, I love it when the older guy wins.)

I like this picture for several reasons. First, I like the dichotomy between the bodies of the victor, tall and proud, and the loser, bloodied and on his knees. This was a messy fight, with Grant cutting Dixon early in the first round and the ref stopping the fight when Dixon was no longer able to defend himself. That brings me to the second reason why this photo is interesting to me- the ref was still signaling a call to the fight long after Grant walked away from his opponent. He stayed there waving his hands forever, as if driving home the message that there was no question this fight was over. I'm glad he did because it allowed me time to take a frontal shot of Grant, arms raised in victory, while the ref was still gesturing over a stunned Dixon. Finally, I'm drawn in by the facial expression of Dixon. He's staring down at the blood on his hand as if in disbelief. (He'll have to watch the video of his fight a couple of times before he knows what happened and how he came to be in that position.) Shortly after this picture was taken, he and Grant hugged in the center of the cage before Grant's arm was raised.

In other news....
I had to take some time away from the 'blog over the holidays so that I could focus my photography on Photo calendars, family get-togethers, and kids on Christmas morning. Apologies for the hiatus. I hope to feature several more shots from the Battle at the Nation's Capital over the next few weeks, interspersed with the CrossFit pics, of course. Then, in February, get ready for UWC Man O' War.....

Do you know this man?

 
I would love to tell you who this is but the truth is I don't know. As far as I can tell, he wasn't on the original card and I can't find him in the press kit I got from the Battle at the Nation's Capital reps. His corner man seemed to be shouting Portuguese, but his tattoos seem to reflect Asian and Pacific Islander influences.

At any rate, he won his match in convincing fashion and I love this shot of him raising his arm to deliver a hammer fist to his opponent. If you can ID this fighter, let me know so I can give him due credit.

Note to self: Next time, write down the names of the fighters before each match....
*sigh*

Body Shot

 

Got to shoot my second MMA event last Saturday night at the DC Armory (Battle at the Nation's Capital). It was..... a learning experience. First, the whole affair was rather informal with press allowed to mill about the cage area wherever they pleased. As the fighters moved around, so did the photographers and I found myself jockeying for a new position every time the fight moved to another side of the cage. There were some rounds where I didn't get one decent shot because the optimal side of the cage was already filled with photographers shoulder to shoulder.

Second, the catwalk around the cage was about twice the width of the last event I shot, which meant I couldn't get my lens as close to the cage as I would have liked. This made it much harder to get a clean shot of the fighters as the autofocus of my camera kept locking onto the chain links of the cage instead of the action inside. The night was a constant struggle trying to balance my depth of field so that the fighters were in focus but the chain links were not.

Third, I was stupidly left the exposure setting in multi-segment metering mode rather than in spot mode and didn't realize until halfway through the night after wondering why the hell my fighters were coming out blurry and overexposed. (The camera was fooled by the predominantly dark background and kept selecting slower shutter speeds to compensate.) The problem went away after I changed to spot metering, but a good portion of my shots suffered for it.

This is one that managed to come out ok. This is Beaux "Blackjack" Baker taking a kick to the ribs by Ron Foster. As nice a body shot as it is, it isn't representative of the fight. Baker dominated and submitted Foster 4 minutes into the first round. It's a good thing too. If he hadn't he'd probably never hear the end of it from his brother, Kyle, who enjoyed similar success against Foster a year earlier. (Yep, that's the same Kyle who I featured back in November. He fought last Saturday as well.)

As before, I'll feature some more shots from the event every day or so until I run out of good ones. In the meantime, I'm sifting through all of them and studying the settings of each so that I will be better next time. As a good friend of mine said, "it's only your 2nd go. Learn from it and get better next time."

The lesson learned from this weekend is: make a checklist of critical settings prior to an important event and CHECK THEM before shooting. I learned this lesson once before when I learned how to fly a plane; you'd think I would have remembered it when learning how to shoot a camera!

Congrats Aaron Riley

 

Last night was an exciting night for One Spirit Martial Arts. Our very own Aaron Riley appeared on the undercard of UFC 91 and scrapped with his opponent, Jorge Gurgel. It was an exciting match, with both fighters landing some good blows.... as well as some not-so-good blows (Nice groin kick, Aaron. *grin*) But in the end, Aaron's arm was raised thanks to a unanimous decision. Much to my glee, (as well as about 20 other OSMA diehards who had joined me at the local sports bar), they televised Aaron's fight after the Couture vs. Lesner title match. I thought Aaron looked great. He was quick, had excellent defense, and seemed cool and calm while Gurgel seemed frustrated. When they announced he won, we all went crazy, even though we already knew the outcome thanks to a txt message from one of our guys who was actually attending the fights.

It makes for a whole different experience when you actually know the guy on TV. I'm still not used to that. For instance... the above picture is from one of the very first CrossFit workouts we did in our gym back in June. Aaron Riley joined us that day as well as Reshad "The Show" Woods (now at Lloyd Irvin). This was the first time I had really met Aaron and he struck me as the nicest guy- very polite, soft-spoken, and courteous. I think I even toned down my own potty mouth so as not to offend him too much. We all did the workout and vanity requires me to mention that I -a 33 yo mother of two- kicked the asses of both of these Pro MMA fighters on this particular occasion. (Reshad bristles every time I bring it up, which is why I mention it every chance I get.)

And look at Aaron now. Here he is, our very own instructor on tv, tossing head kicks at his opponent and getting bonuses for delivering the "Fight of the Night." I know he's been there before and done this many many times, but for me, it's a first. I know a fighter in the UFC. We've worked out together. And he's a super nice guy. Way to go, Aaron! We're very proud of you.

PS- If we help you move next weekend, will you treat us all to a few cold ones with that sweet bonus you just won? hahaha

Focus point: Kyle Baker

 
Two weeks ago I posted a shot I took of James 'Binky' Jones after being defeated by Kyle Baker during UWC Confrontation. Tonight it's Kyle's turn.

One thing was immediately obvious when Baker entered the ring: he was absolutely chiseled. He was also phenomenal to watch, technique-wise. He landed several spectacular kicks that took the wind right out of Binky and, as I mentioned earlier, the other photographers and I kept exchanging looks of disbelief as he relentlessly and ruthlessly took Binky apart. It was a great fight to shoot with two extremely athletic fighters, devastating blows, and amazing heart shown by both. I enjoyed it immensely.

I love this shot of Kyle, except for one thing: it cuts off his legs. Aaarrgh! I didn't realize it until later, but I should have used the select mode and set a different focus point toward the top of the viewfinder, not the center (spot) one. If I had done that, I could have focused on his face and still had room in the frame for his lower body. Instead, I focused (and centered) on his tattooed shoulder and cut off his legs.

I even remember complaining to one of the other photographers, "It's so hard to focus on their face and then recompose when they're moving so fast..." (And it's next to impossible to do this if you're using continuous autofocus.) Nobody offered me a better technique so I struggled through taking shot after shot of fighters chopped off at the knees. It never occurred to me to use a different focus point towards the top of the frame and avoid the problem altogether.

So that's why I'm including this picture. If anybody else out there is just learning to photograph MMA (or boxing, or any fast-paced sport) and you're trying to get a full-body shot of some totally ripped athlete (like Kyle Baker), play around with selecting different focus points. I've tried it now several times at other sporting events and it works beautifully. I can't wait to put it to use at the next fight.

Edited to add... Just found out the next UWC fight is scheduled for Feb 21. Yeah baby! No card yet, but who cares? It's a cagefight!

Anointing the Choir Boy

 
The first shot I ever got of Ron "Choir Boy" Stallings was back in April as he was getting body-slammed into the floor by my friend Reshad Woods. The impact knocked him out and, when the ref failed to stop the fight, Reshad went back and punched him in the head just for good measure. It was a pretty fantastic knockout and I believe you can watch the whole thing here (UWC Invasion Fight 1). Shortly after Reshad's arm was raised, Stallings was sent to the hospital.

Unfortunately, my pictures weren't as spectacular. I was trying to take pictures from the cheapo nosebleed section and had a hard time getting the exposure right. The only shot I got is fuzzy and cryptic. You can barely make out Stallings' inverted body as he dangles a few inches above the floor.

Fast forward several months. It was weird being at UWC 4 with my nose pressed up to the cage as Stallings entered. I kept remembering his ragdoll body lying limp on the ground after being picked up and slammed down Rampage Jackson-style. But things were different on this night. He absolutely dominated his opponent Tony Sousa in what I thought was probably the most violent fight of the night. Much of the fight took place pressed up against my side of the cage, so I had the very bizarre experience of looking up and seeing Stallings towering over me, seemingly looking down at me. Every time he raised his fists I felt sure they would land on my face, but instead they found their target in Tony Sousa. I heard every grunt, every gutteral growl, and the smack of every fist as it connected with Sousa's flesh just a few inches from my face. Many times I had to resist the very real temptation to put my own hands up, so close was the fight to my position. (ok, ok, technically, they were up because I was shooting the event, but you get my drift?)

As an aside, let me just say that it is a very odd experience to be so close to a fight and not go into defensive mode. This alone was the singular weirdest moment of the whole night- to stop for a moment and reflect on the fact that I'm coldly taking pictures while a man is getting beaten up 3 inches from my lens. Granted, both men chose to enter the cage, but during the whole fight I just had a really uneasy, almost voyeuristic feeling. It wasn't so much that I felt bad for Sousa; no, I felt uncomfortable with the proximity of the situation. If somebody's throwing punches that close to me, it's "fight or flight" that kicks in, not "photography."

Anyway, rather than post a shot of Sousa getting mauled by the Choir Boy, I thought I'd go with a shot that was more... well, Choir Boy-ish. Contrary to the fight, Stallings' 1-minute rest was spent sitting quietly, almost in reflection. Here, he almost looks tired (if he was, he didn't show it during the fight). You can't tell that he's winning just by looking at him. Lloyd Irvin is tending to him, re-applying Vaseline to his forehead, giving him sage wisdom. After this picture was taken, Stallings switched on once again,devastating Sousa and knocking him out 1 minute into the 2nd round.

Ring Girls

 
What would a fight night be without ring girls?

I was lucky; They were sitting just to my left the whole night and I got tons of shots of them (much to the amusement of the security guards who gave me high-fives and asked to see the shot every time I took a picture of the ladies.) I got shots of them posing with fans, strutting around the cage holding up the round cards, blowing kisses to the audience, etc., all the usual shots. But this is my favorite for the simple reason that they're just being themselves. A few of them were watching the fight. One of them was putting on makeup. And one of them was looking right back at me. I think she makes the photo most interesting; you let your eye wander all over them thinking you've caught them unawares, and then you realize you're being watched by one of them at the same time.

I had a hard time cropping this. I'm doing a lot of reading up on composition lately and so I wanted to crop it so that the face of the woman looking at me was at one of the intersections of that invisible "rule of thirds" grid. But I was limited in what I could do. She's right in the middle of the group, so any shift I made to put her at the left or right third meant that one or more of the girls to her left or right were getting axed. I would have preferred to use a rectangle, but there was a big ol' cardboard card cutting off the blonde on the left and distracting fans to the right, so all of the rectangles I tried were awkward-looking. I settled on a square but if I had thought about it at the time, I might have composed it differently to avoid the issues I had with it. Unfortunately, it was one of those "quick get it now" shots so I didn't have much time to think. I'm glad I snapped it, though, because it's my favorite of all the ring girls I took.

EDITED TO ADD:
Ok, I couldn't leave well enough alone. I've just uploaded the following alternate crop. For all the readers out there who have an opinion on these things, which do you prefer? The square crop (above)? or the rectangle crop (below)?

 

The gloves do nothing

 
It is well known that the 4 oz gloves that MMA fighters wear are meant only to protect the fighter's own hands and not much else. By the looks of this picture, it's clear those gloves do nothing to soften the blows being dealt by Kris "Savage" McCray onto the near-prostrate Joey Kirwan.

Let me set the scene for you: This was the first fight of the night. It was also McCray's professional debut. In front of a hometown crowd. The house was jumping and when McCray submitted his opponent in under 2 minutes of the first round, I thought the roof was going to cave in. He completely dominated Kirwan, who just couldn't turn the tables.

I was struck by this moment when McCray had taken Kirwan's back and was starting to rain down hell with his fists. I remember seeing Kirwan's gloved hand desperately trying to protect his head, the word "COMBAT" emblazoned across the knuckles. It just seemed so incongruous to me, I focused on the glove instead of the fighter and snapped away.

After the fight was over, McCray rejoiced in his victory to a wild and adoring crowd while Kirwan fought back tears on the other side of the cage. I got that shot, too:
 
As the editor of my community newspaper told me, every photo should tell a story in itself. I think this one does, even if you didn't know what happened during the fight. It's obvious how it ended. The cameraman looking past Kirwan toward an unseen victor, and Kirwan's wavering lip, tell you all you need to know. I'm glad my camera was on him, even if the others weren't.

Defeat

 
This is James "Binky" Jones after 3 rounds with Kyle Baker. Arguably the most exciting fight of the night, I remember trading looks of amazement with the other photographers at the end of each round; we just couldn't believe what we were watching.

Binky held out for 3 rounds where most men would have crumbled. Baker's kicks were devastating and the amount of punishment he meted out with those legs was almost obscene. Yet Binky held on, eating blow after blow. Front kicks, back kicks, roundhouse kicks.... he took them all. Not only did he take them, he kept going back for more. For three rounds.

When it was all over, the unanimous decision went to Baker.

I have dozens of shots of Kyle looking magnificently ripped, landing kicks and punches, executing a near perfect technical game. But this photo of a fallen Binky is my favorite from that fight. In fact, many of my most interesting shots from that night were of the defeated- the broken contenders trying to remain stoic and professional while fighting through humiliation and tears. I guess it's the sense of utter exhaustion conveyed in a photo like this that draws me in. No matter how epic the battle, a winner can always find a few ounces of energy left over to rejoice at their victory; but a loser has none left to tap. Such is defeat.

It's in their blood

 
This is Johnny Curtis entering the cage.

He looks compelled to enter it, doesn't he? Like he's being drawn toward it. I think he is. The fence links from the cage are superimposed on him as he looks upward, just like that scene in Jurassic Park where the DNA sequences are projected onto the face of the velociraptor as it hunts the humans inside the visitor's center. In a way, the symbolism is the same: It's in their blood. And that's exactly the case in the world of MMA- this passion for hand-to-hand combat is in their blood. These guys want to be in that cage, they are compelled to be, no matter what.

I wish I had been clever enough to see the chain link shadows and recognized them as a neat photo opportunity, but the reality is I didn't even notice them until after I had taken the picture and saw the effect on several of my shots. This one came out the nicest, which is particularly satisfying because I know Johnny Curtis from my gym. I've actually photographed him a couple of times during practice sessions. Most of them were quite blurry because it was low light, he was moving too fast, and... ok, let's face it, I didn't know what I was doing. haha! So it's gratifying to finally have a nice shot of him at a real event.

Unfortunately, this particular night didn't work out as we had all hoped. Johnny tore his ACL in the middle of the fight, putting him at an extreme disadvantage. His opponent exploited Johnny's misfortune and that was that. Johnny was still kind enough to talk with me a few days later and respond to some of my questions- again, another fighter showing nothing but class.

I hope that his knee heals up real quick and that he can get back to pursuing his passion. After all, it's in his blood.

LeVon's Victory

 

This is LeVon Maynard after winning his fight at UWC Confrontation. He was a pleasure to watch in the cage, and a pleasure to chat with afterwards. As the night was wrapping up and I was realizing I didn't have enough material for my article yet, I raced backstage to see if there were any other local fighters I had missed. In one of those "too good to be true" moments, all of the fighters had just lined up in the hall to get paid- a captive audience! I went down the line, asking if there were any fighters from Virginia who I hadn't spoken to yet. LeVon spoke up, "You haven't talked to me yet."

Grateful for a friendly face, I whipped out my microphone and went down the list of canned questions I had prepared earlier. He gave me a gem for each one. At one point we were interrupted when it was his turn to get paid. After he came out of the office, he picked right up where he left off. I used some of his responses in my article and the editor chose to lead the story with this photo of LeVon:
 

I still think it's my best action shot of the night. The raised arm about to strike (again), the other fighter's hands raised helplessly, the face of the onlooker, and the ref rushing in to stop the fight... this is why I love MMA. The same event elicits such different emotions depending on the perspective.

A few days ago, LeVon emailed me to thank me for interviewing him. What a class act. Given that he was my best interview of the night, I think I owe LeVon a big thank you as well for being such a dynamic personality, both in and out of the cage. So thanks, LeVon!

oh... and good luck on Oct 27th! I don't think I need to tell you to kick some butt. ;-)

Fight night!

 

Three days after UWC Confrontation and I am still on a high from sitting cage-side and photographing the event. I wanted so badly to post my pics from that night (all 500 of them... hahahaha) but had to show some restraint as I had promised several to the local newspaper that sponsored me that night, as well as some to a friend who has an MMA-themed website. Being a little fuzzy on the rules of copyright, I didn't want to post anything that might be used elsewhere.

Let me just say this: IT WAS AWESOME!!!!

When I got to the venue, the promoters met me at the Press entrance, showed me to the media room, and then walked me to my seat. I could barely believe it when I saw where I was sitting. It was too good to be true: a front row seat, so close I could press my nose up to the cage. Incredible.

One by one the other photographers showed up. Everybody was friendly. Keith Mills of Abu Dhabi news was there and showed me how to use a rolled up sweatshirt under my elbows to protect my arms from being shredded by the catwalk platform around the cage. (Keith actually uses plastic elbow pads himself.) Josh- a Marine based at Quantico who photographs for several MMA promoters, actually had the same camera body as me! That was an amazing boon as we compared settings and techniques and he showed me a thing or two about my own camera I never knew. And in another amazing coincidence, Josh's friend John turned out to be a gym-mate of mine from One Spirit. I didn't recognize him at first, but after we started talking I realized we had been sparring partners a few times.

When the fights started, I was blown away. Simply blown away. There is no describing how much better MMA is up close and personal. I'm not sure I will ever be able to enjoy a televised event again. Sitting inches away from the fighters, seeing all the little details that you miss when you're watching on TV, hearing the crack of fist on body like you've never heard it before...... it's incredible. I was out of breath after every single match.

I was also pleased as punch at how my little camera performed. I used my 50mm lens the whole time and it performed exactly as I had hoped. In fact, I was stunned at some of the shots I took. I convinced myself that the LCD screen was lying; that once I got the pictures home and saw them on a full screen I would be disappointed. And there were many many shots where that was the case. But there were also quite a few where I was pretty darn proud. To give credit where credit is due, though.... I have to say the Patriot Center has got some sweet lights. They kept the cage bright enough that I could get by with 800 ISO and still freeze the action with 1/125 shutter speeds and higher.

The photograph above is of Mike "The Hulk" Easton of Team Lloyd Irvin in Temple Hills, MD. Being so close to the cage door, I tried many times to get shots of the fighters going through their last checks by the officials before entering the cage, but each time I was frustrated because of all the people crowding the fighters. Finally I decided to change my tack. Instead of aiming for a headshot, I ducked low and took a photograph from the neck down, focusing on the gloves. I love how the shadow of the fence is projected against Easton's body. That effect came out in a few of my photographs, and each one is kinda cool.

I'll feature more photos from the fights as I have time, rather than posting them all in one album, so stay tuned!

Master class with Urijah Faber

 

Folks, my week just keeps getting better and better.

This is Urijah Faber- WEC Featherweight World Champion. I will leave you to google, wiki, etc his name and find out for yourself how big a deal he is in the world of MMA. His record is 21-1. Twenty-one to one. And tonight I got to photograph him giving a seminar to other MMA hopefuls.

Urijah is in town for the UWC event tomorrow night (see yesterday's post) and agreed to give a master class at my gym. Dave, our gym owner, invited me to take a few photos for their website and of course I jumped at the chance. I mean, how often do you get to photograph somebody you've seen on TV beating the crap out of an opponent again and again and again? (thank you Wreckcage..... yeah that's right. I'll say it. I watch Versus tv. What?)

I will say this: It was a REALLY challenging environment. We were in a larger gym space that I'd never been in before. The stark white walls bounced flash around like flubber, and every shot I took with the flash it came out with a nasty yellow tinge, even when I set the white balance manually. I shot at 1600 ISO with my 50mm lens set at f/2.0 for the vast majority of the seminar and didn't bother with the flash after the first 10 minutes. Focus was also a problem. With so little light, the lens took forever to focus, causing me to miss some of Urijah's movements (damn that dude is quick). Manual focus was not much more successful. Very few of my shots came out to my liking, but I did like that one.

I also liked this one because of its symmetry:
 
OK... time for bed. I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow..........

BIG news!!!!

To say I am excited is an understatement.

I just got confirmation this afternoon that I will be shooting the Pro-MMA cage-fighting event at Patriot Center this Saturday night. That's right, yours truly: Lil' ol' Mel, will be sitting cage-side front and center with my trusty camera while a barrage of beautiful brutality unfolds just a few feet in front of me. I won't just be within spitting distance; I'll be within reach of flying sweat, blood and tears as well!

I can't wipe the grin off my face!!!

More later, after I've calmed down a bit, but here's the event: