S(urrender) L(aughter) R(egularly)

How apropos... [del.icio.us]

2009-10-22T20:30:38-07:00

Hulu's Free Days Are Numbered [del.icio.us]

2009-10-22T20:23:53-07:00

The Mark IV is coming. [del.icio.us]

2009-10-20T10:34:58-07:00

With HD Shooting :) But still not full frame :(

Showcase of Web Design in Russia [del.icio.us]

2009-10-17T21:21:01-07:00

Ólafur Arnalds - Ljósið [del.icio.us]

2009-10-11T09:23:42-07:00

Mor'n dose of video inspiration.

SNL uses Canon 7d (and 5d) [del.icio.us]

2009-10-04T01:33:19-07:00

Phoenix Design Poster Contest [del.icio.us]

2009-10-02T10:00:00-07:00

Inspiration time!

Oldest "Human" Skeleton Found--Disproves "Missing Link" [del.icio.us]

2009-10-01T15:22:57-07:00

Ironic Sans: So you think you can tell Arial from Helvetica? [del.icio.us]

2009-09-30T11:29:39-07:00

I got 16 outta 20. Whew.

Death of the Newspaper infographic [del.icio.us]

2009-09-24T12:29:44-07:00

Never mind iTunes! The Beatles sell 2.25 million compact discs in five days -- DailyFinance [del.icio.us]

2009-09-23T21:30:58-07:00

Time out Tuesday: Choosing Thomas

2009-09-15T18:40:00.000-07:00

When Deidrea and T.K. Laux learned during their first pregnancy that their unborn child had trisomy 13 (a rare DNA abnormality which makes it impossible for newborns to live more than a couple hours to days outside the womb) they were faced with a choice, carry the child to term and say goodbye to him within days or abort the pregnancy twenty weeks in. They choose Thomas.

"Facing death can be the hardest for a family expecting new life. Follow T.K. and Deidrea Laux's journey after they learn that their unborn son has a genetic disorder. They hope the intimate look helps others understand and cope with infant loss"

Dallas Morning News shooter Sonya N. Hebert produced Choosing Thomas with stills, video and excerpts from Deidrea’s personal diary to take us deep.

With the most intimate of moments, from welcoming Thomas into the world to saying goodbye to the young life. It's a heart-wrenching emotional story with many genuine lessons and a deep look at a subject that is often covered in the most superficial of fashions.

It's not often that something comes along, especially these days, that stops us in our tracks and makes us reflect on more important things; this piece does that.

Time out Tuesday: Journey to the End of Coal

2009-09-08T18:08:00.000-07:00

This week I've found something that is just cool. Very very cool.

Journey to the End of Coal takes a look at the exploding growth of China's economy and the new energy needs that have come with it. By visiting various sites around Beijing, viewers are invited to dictate the path of two freelance journalist as they seek out the stories of the millions of Chinese coal miners who power China's economic growth.

The "very cool" twist on the story however is that "dictate" part. If you ever read a "choose your own adventure" book as a child then the structure should feel very familiar to you. Through a series of choices in travel and how you go about asking questions the miners story is reveled.

"Your journey begins in Datong which is located just a couple hours away West from Beijing. You travel from there all around the region and visit its major coal mines, from the “best” state-owned complex to the worst private coal plants."

It's a unique way at seeing how journalism works, and it feels authentic.

It's so good I find myself forgiving the blurry photos and lack of visual variety. I think it's because I understand how difficult access was. Which brings me to a good point, as far as reporting and photography goes, the piece is lacking. We gleam a lot of knowledge by witnessing the information gathering, but in the end there is no reporting occurring, at least not in the traditional sense. I wonder if this is something the journalist behind the project recognized afterward and then came up with this ingenious idea.

Those concerns addressed however, as an experiment and an alternative story form, I think it works in a major way. For one it shows folks that there is a real issue here and the obstacles that come in the way when trying to shine a light on that issue. In another way, it uses the shortcomings of the actual reporting in a way that shows viewers what the story is really about.

Journey to the End of Coal is the closest thing to a teaching tool to show the public (and some confused college kids) what journalism is really about. Our craft isn't TMZ, Fox news and paparazzi, it's in-depth investigative feet-to-the-pavement walk-the-line hard work. On a good day anyway. But it's what we strive for in between Friday night football and city council meetings.

Fresh Free High-Quality Icon Sets [del.icio.us]

2009-09-16T17:31:55-07:00

Optical Illusion Pictures [del.icio.us]

2009-09-15T22:42:36-07:00

Fun time waster - check!

Search Engines Then and Now [del.icio.us]

2009-09-13T12:09:18-07:00

Everything got cleaner, larger and more eye pleasing.

70 Fresh and Inspirational Blog Designs | Inspiration | instantShift [del.icio.us]

2009-09-13T12:08:18-07:00

They came from over the hills

2009-09-04T23:29:00.000-07:00

Do you remember that scene from Jurassic Park where the Tyrannosaurus Rex first appears?

I never remember the dinosaurs or the car or the screaming kids from that scene, I mean I do eventually, but it's not the first thing I think of.

I remember the water, and how it vibrated like a door ringer to announce the giant bird/lizard/whatever-scientist-think-it-is-this-week that was about to make its grand entrance.

That water was on my mind Monday as I roamed around dense greenery and over mounds of upturned dirt at the San Antonio Botanical Gardens, an arms length away from a small crew spouting out nautical terms as they hoisted a pair of 15 (or so) foot metal and wood beams.

"That's not starboard."

"Of course it is."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know where the holes are supposed to be," artist David Rogers concluded the exchange with a laugh before climbing a ladder to introduce two beams to a steel bolt.

I frame a shot of giant ants over the horizon and I could see them crawling from one flower to another, the soundtrack from "The Day the Earth Stood Still" (the good one, not the Keanu "dude I only have one expression" Reeves train wreck) playing in my head.

I was told of a giant spider in a remote part of the park, and when I stumbled though the woods unable to find it, it found me, and visions from grade school of watching Jeff Daniels fight off the beast followed.

Around a 25 foot tall praying mantis I looked to the lady bugs crawling all over it, and I remembered the water. How the little details, like "the animals always know first," are important.

It was like being in a movie.

It's funny, well not funny ha-ha, but funny hmm how much pop-culture influences how you see things. I'm always reminded of something when I'm out shooting. Weather I'm looking for the perfect wide angle "Lawrence of Arabia" shot or the super compressed "Chungking Express" or the layers of "M*A*S*H" or the compositions of "The Good The Bad and The Ugly" or the details of "Jurassic Park."

I guess inspiration is where you find it.

Time out Tuesday: In Bb 2.0

2009-09-01T07:36:00.000-07:00

I sat in on a lecture about social media recently and a gentleman asked the speaker what was the point.

It was an interesting question, and answer seemed obvious. To explore new art forms and models of communication. To bring a simple medium to the people. And ideally to collaborate.

The first two have been happening, I don't always get it, but the 3rd one not to much.

It seems the premiere use of the social web has been to tell everyone how great they are, (BTW I'm great), or if you prefer PR jargon, to life-cast. Collaboration is in the minority. Like drinking tap water, everyone thinks its a great idea but no one does it.

Well this week I'm writing about something where people are doing it, and it's the most inspired I've been in weeks.

It's a collaborative music project where folks have recorded "instruments" and then, by employing YouTube and its pause/play button and volume control, invites you to come and create a mix.

Oh, and it's addicting.

I've played this three times now, mixing the elements in different orders and each time it not only works, but it creates a sound scape that tells a different story, with different characters and different emotions.

It's brilliant!

When sound boards starting coming out they were fun but of little use once the novelty wore off.

Then came the beat pads and drum loops, my god I loved those. I've spend hours playing with them.

But now this, this is the next evolution! Turning it into a living breathing collaborative animal. Well almost, It lets me mix it my way, but I'd sure love an option to upload my own "instrument" to the mix and really make it a "social" experiment.

Late night drive

2009-08-30T20:00:00.000-07:00

The other night we finally had some rain in San Antonio and it brought along some lighting to boot.

In California lighting storms are pretty rare and I was feeling the itch to explore the light.

So I grabbed my cellphone, sent off a Twitter update-- "Going for a late night drive in the rain. I love the rain. The sound, the smell, the splashing, how the light bounces around... Ahhhh :)" -- and started snapping away.

It was freeing, just shooting for the joy of shooting. And aside from being chased off of a bike cop from under a freeway (I think he was just pissed that I woke him up to be honest), it was a pretty productive couple hours.

Here's what I came back with. Nothing earth-shattering I know, but it sure was soul-filling. :)

Time out Tuesday: ReTweet Revolution

2009-08-25T17:38:00.000-07:00

We all know the role Twitter played in the aftermath of Iran's elections. How tweets got the play-by-play news from the streets to the world. How it was used by some to organize protesters. How the White House asked Twitter to keep the servers online and push off scheduled system updates. And how it appears to some that the government of Iran tried to take down the service in an effort to squash protests. It was one of the first major tests for the young service that showed-- beyond a twitpic of a plane in the Hudson, a tweet about Tim Russert's passing, or of a student being arrested in Egypt-- its power to organize and become an effective means of mass communication, for protesters, spectators and detractors.

The ReTweet Revolution organizes the post-election communication. With time stamps and a rising bar chart shows how often a message was ReTweeted, visitors can see a living time line.

It's worth a look, if only to see how a series of tweets can go from fleeting one-shot blasts, to a collective document of a movement.

deer in the city

2009-08-21T17:28:00.000-07:00

The buck lifted his head and stared at me as I tried to move closer.

I was driving around Fair Oaks Ranch looking for a picture to go with a story on stage 3 water restrictions but wasn't having any luck. Some days are like that.

It also didn't help that my eight hour shift had turned into a twelve hour and counting marathon. It had been a very long hot day and after logging nearly 200 miles, I was tired and I was hungry, but the clusters of deers running across the street and feasting on lawns were an unexpected diversion.

He turned toward me and then another buck to his left stopped eating the grass on a manicured lawn and joined him in the stare down.

I stopped in my tracks. No more clicks now, don't want to provoke the animal.

Moments earlier I was crisscrossing the residential streets looking for anyone doing anything outside. As I rolled down one cul-de-sac after another at five miles per hour, I wondered which would happen first; would someone call the police to investigate a compact cruiser or would I happenstance upon a picture.

But the streets were empty. As one may guess, many folks had not come home from work yet and those that were home weren't foolish enough to leave the sanctuary of central air.

So when I turned a corner and about two dozen deer ran across the street, a part of wondered if I had really just seen that and another part was excited to take advantage of the setting sunlight.

I pulled over and walked closer to a small group that was grazing, trying to make the most of the crimson glow fading behind the horizon.

Maybe I can sell it on the "the grass is all dead and even the dear are starving" angle I told myself.

They were everywhere, encroaching on homes as if they couldn't read the no soliciting signs. Or maybe it's the other way around?

I fired off a couple frames and slowly and deliberately composed each shot, trying to make the most of it, but I'd gotten too close and now a pair of stags were eying me.

It was time to go, no point pressing my luck any further.

I slipped back into my car and slowly backed down the road, with one eye on the rear view and another on the bucks now standing guard.

I continued driving and the hunt for people doing anything, dodging the dears that were now amalgamated to their new surroundings.

I asked some folks what the story was, they all shrugged and looked at me like I was speaking Canadian.

As the sun was going down I approached a man who was squeezing in some practice on the putting green at a golf course.

"One more thing, it might sound weird," I said as we finished talking about water restrictions. "What's with all the dear?"

"Oh," he laughed, miffed at the seemingly silly question. "It's... the hill country."

Time out Tuesday: Ira Glass on Storytelling

2009-08-18T23:17:00.000-07:00

I don't even think I have validate this entry to time out, it's F'n Ira Glass, women like his style and men have been ripping off his hipster style for years.

The host of PBS radios "This American Life" has carved out a piece of the radio landscape and delivers each week the find of long form feature slice of life stories that local papers used to do before they cut back staffs and spread the survivors so thin that what you read now is pretty much, save for a handful of columnists and special reports across the country, regurgitated PR-releases disguised as event coverage and reaction stories, i.e. It's hot, a car crashed, someone shot someone, etc. etc...

But I digress, we'll save that rant for another day.

Ok, enough of me, peep some inspiration (in four parts).

Time out Tuesday: Dr. Horrible

2009-08-11T09:55:00.000-07:00

Ok ok, so two weeks ago I did kind of cop out by posting Spaced, but you know you enjoyed it. ;)

It's 42 min, but if you haven't seen it, you are so missing out on something awesome. The controversial ending alone is genius.

Created during the writer's strike in 2008, it was basically a couple of friends getting together to make sometime for fun and on the cheap. But what makes it really cool is that they distributed it on the net in three weekly installments, for free and completely gained an audience by word of mouth.

The lesson, if you put it out there and it resonates with people, it will find an audience. It also helps if you have a cult following like writer/director Joss Whedon (I'm not a fan BTW, sorry) or get your little silly musical antihero movie nominated for an Emmy.

Enjoy :)

Tea for 61

2009-08-05T21:22:00.000-07:00

Tea parties are pretty strange. I mean, if you think about it, they're pretty strange. Men in sharp black suits and polished shoes not going to the office. Women in flower-adorned hats and their Sunday best not going to church, well Sunday church.

Everyone stopping in the middle of the day and dropping all their cares to drink dried leaves given names like British breakfast tea and Earl Grey and snack on tiny crust-less sandwiches with slices of cucumber and sides of puffy balls with cream. They're all gathered around tables draped in linen and topped with floral arrangements while they sip from gold-rimmed teacups and ask each other about how their family is doing, laugh about theories on why young people don't wear hats and propose the best wisdom on beating the heat.

Slowing down, talking with friends and enjoying the day instead of racing from point A to point B like the rest of the world. What strange people.

Time out Tuesday: Letters to the President

2009-08-04T20:41:00.000-07:00

"Every day, President Obama reads ten letters from the public in order to stay in tune with America's issues and concerns. "Letters to the President" is an exclusive behind-the-scenes look at the process of how those ten letters make it to the President's desk from among the tens of thousands of letters, faxes, and e-mails that flood the White House each day."

When Obama took office I posted that I would like to throw my hat in the ring to start adding videos to the press office's offering, I guess he didn't get my resume ;)

Blue Therapy

2009-08-03T19:32:00.000-07:00

I was in knots as I walked out of the office. So much on my mind. So much to process.

I looked up and saw a shade of blue sky that gave me an excuse. So for the next twenty minutes I walked around and thought only about blue. It was calming, for the time being.

Call it a barley started career crisis, or an idealist reality check or a size 10 to the netherlands. Whatever you want to call it, I'm at a crossroads.

Somewhere in the mind scape, I'm standing on an x with my thumb to the void. On one side, the desire. On the other, the reality. In the middle I feel like I'm failing.

I had one of those moments today, when you get shook up and start to re-examine.

There was a time when I thought I had the answers. Just work hard and do good. I thought all I had to do was shine a light on the s*** and the rest would take care of itself.

When I first picked up a camera I didn't take it to seriously, I just tried to have fun. The freedom of doing whatever I wanted was freeing. And it seemed I had a knack for it, at least my teacher thought so. "You have the upside down eye," my teacher Mr. Frankie once told me. That's what he called it when you see things different.

Fast forward and I'm here now. Working at a paper, doing something that a 16-year-old me could never imagine in his/my wildest dreams.

And at that age, you have some wild dreams.

Along they way I saw the power of the image. I discovered Gordon Parks, Eugene Richards, Alex Webb, Dorothea Lange, Raghubir Singh, William Eugene Smith and countless others that escape my sleep deprived mind at this hour,and I saw the potential of photography to effect change. To shine a light.

Coming from where I come from, it wasn't the roughest part of town, but it was only a short two min drive from it. If you can think of it, it was happening out there.

It's gotten better since those days, mostly thanks to the tech boom that brought folks with cash into the poor side of town, which lead to community organizations, which lead to councilmen and women looking to please said organizations which lead to clean-ups, a new park, stop signs, speed bumps, graffiti clean-up and what have you.

But that's now, way back when it was a different story. Now I'm not saying it was the worst of the worst, but we saw things and dealt with things that kids shouldn't have to. Hell adults shouldn't have to either. Drugs, gangs, stabbings, graffiti, police copters shining a light in your back yard, etc. etc.

A part of me thought that when I picked up a camera maybe I'd be able to be a voice for this community that never had one. At least not until the Mercedes-leasing, home expanding, political-organizing, girl-scouting crowd moved in to the neighborhood.

Maybe I'd be able to do something that no one was able to do for me and my friends.

But lately I don't know.

I feel like I'm failing to do what I set out to do. I keep visiting crime scenes, I keep talking to concerned citizens, I keep trying to bring attention to a problem... and today I comforted an elderly couple as I told them a man they knew had been shoot and killed.

Days like today... they make you think.

There's something that happens you're behind the camera. Everything melts away and the world becomes reduced to a 24x36mm window.

Some of the war photogs describe it as tunnel vision. It's only happened to me once, but it's real. I was caught in the middle of a quickly escalating riot in downtown San Jose a couple years ago over Mardi Gras. It wasn't until I looked down and saw I'd walked down a block and left a trail of bloody footprints, that it hit me.

It's like the opening scene from Saving Private Ryan when the soldiers go in and out of the water. Above the water, the sounds of war and total chaos. Below, there is silence, stillness, solitude and a sense of calm.

Tonight I needed it. I needed the tunnel vision. The calm.

The pics above, they come from the tunnel vision.

I wonder still if anything we do makes a difference. "You do it because you love it, there's no money in it so you have to," I joke with people still.

On days like today I tell myself that what we do matters.

That it makes a difference.

But I wonder.

I wonder if it even matters what we do. Are we like the tree in the woods that feel over? Are we just pissing in the wind? Does anyone even care?

The press has power. I'm in a place where I can do something and I try. But nothing changes.

I feel like I'm failing. The reason I got into this business is because I felt like I could make a difference. I thought I brought a unique background to the job, something that added to the discussion.

Maybe I'm just naive.

Right about now you're probably wondering what happened, or more likely you've stopped reading like 20 graphs ago. If you're still here, you're probably getting pretty upset that I haven't told you... well... anything really.

What happened isn't the point. It's what isn't happening.

(But I'll meet you half way. If you're a decent journalist and your curiosity is too strong, a simple search on the the Express-News site should quench your thirst.)

So at this point, let me turn it over to you. If you have this job and you have the medium of the press and you have the desire, if you have all that, let me ask you now... what would you do?

Time out Tuesday: Spaced

2009-07-28T23:28:00.000-07:00

What? You say I'm phoning it this week? Look, Spaced is about showing respect for your audience to get it without spelling it out, telling an honest story, making it entertaining and most of all, understanding your consumer and how to reach them. Sounds a lot like journalism no? Aren't we all trying to figure out how to reach a new audience and getting them to value our craft enough to want to pay for it? Plus, I think you'll agree, we're a much more cynical America then the one of of just ten years ago, people are more media savvy, they demand transparency and they demand to be included in the discussion and they want to feel like you get it, that they get it (even if they always don't, sorry, but it's sometimes true).

But seriously, inspiration is where you find it. If you're not listing to music, visiting art museums, sketching, cruising YouTube or looking at some other form of creativity other than inside the journalism field, then you my friend are only cheating yourself.

Now go enjoy a kick @$$ show. :D

body/percussion

2009-07-23T23:01:00.000-07:00

The Third Coast Rhythm Project visits the youth program at San Juan Community Center to teach kids to make music using their bodies as instruments.

The promising, the inspirational and the dumb@$$

2009-07-22T19:30:00.000-07:00

The promising NPR.com is undergoing a redesign. A very clean design with simple navigation, lots of white space and tons of information without the need to scroll or click through. Plus customization like picking your local station helps to really create a "home" for the user. Plus the demo video itself is very well put together to! Could the conversation (i.e. Web 3.0) be here? Well... almost. But this is a step in the right direction?

The inspirational Stop motion goodness and with some ok tunage behind it. Creativity up the wazoo, slightly made less cooler knowing that's it's not a shoe-string indie video and instead the official music video. But still... wow o_0

The dumb@$$ This is just silly. Silly delicious. But what do you expect to find on dem internetz?

Enjoy.

To the moon: The flagmaker

2009-07-22T14:15:00.000-07:00

Some days you just have to stand back and realize it. There's no money in it, all your friends are looking for jobs, the doomsayers are becoming prophets, it's long hours with sometimes little thank you, and most days it seems like no one even sees your hard work unless Michael Jackson or Britney Spears are involved, but some days, you remember it. You remember why you love this job.

I met this really amazing gentleman on Monday for a story to tie in to the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission.

Oscar Torres reflects on his part in creating the American flag that astronauts placed on the moon.

What a character. :)

Time out Tuesday: We choose the moon

2009-07-21T14:29:00.000-07:00

This site just started popping up over the last couple of weeks. It wasn't exactly clear what it was about at first, but it looked intriguing.

We choose the moon was an interactive site that attempted to relive for another generation what the experience of the first moon landing was for our parents and grandparents. It being the 40th anniversary of the moon landing it seems only obvious that it be this weeks Time out.

Played out in real time, the AOL, JFK Presidential Library and Museum and NASA designed site, followed the Apollo 11 mission from pre-launch to the final lunar landing encouraging visitors to explore the Flash site at whim and follow history.

By employing video, archival audio from the capcom, infographics, motion graphics and various twitter feeds, "followers" were able to get up to the moment "communication" from the mission.

It was all a very impressive effort and maybe a sign of things to come. I can see the next moon landing, we're on track to return to the moon last I heard, or even a mission to Mars being "followed" this way. Heck forget space travel, I'd sure like to see other forms of reporting done in this "sandbox" style.

40 years ago all they had was TV antennas, newspapers, and magazines. Today, well if you're in the business, I don't have to tell you, it's a whole different story.

Time out Tuesday: Lynda serves up FREE! training

2009-07-14T13:55:00.000-07:00

To tie in to the launch of the new version of Apple's Final Cut Pro, Lynda.com has decided to offer up some free training. No doubt to get upgraders quickly up to speed with all the new features, but that doesn't mean there's nothing in there to be learned by folks like you an me who can't upgrade or are (stuck with) using FCExpress.

The range of topics range from the basics like logging and capturing to the advanced like stabilizing video with "smoothcam" to the extras like color correction and an overview on Motion. And at nearly three hours of training, there's bound to be something in there that even the Bruce Strong's among us didn't already know or had forgotten.

So dive in, learn yourself some. :)

Time out Tuesday: Sour's 'Hibi no Neiro'

2009-07-07T13:49:00.000-07:00

I have no idea what they are saying, but that is some inventive use of a worldwide fan base. There's not much to say about it, just watch and enjoy.

It's the Fourth

2009-07-04T23:37:00.000-07:00

Enjoy :)

Dive bomb

2009-06-26T19:53:00.000-07:00

I tried to have some fun with this story about birds at a San Antonio deli that have taken to swooping down and attacking unsuspecting men. Odd to say the least. Hopefully my video matches the tone of the story.

A place for prayer

2009-06-01T08:34:00.001-07:00

I noticed her sitting out there all by herself. She seemed so at peace.

Sister Mary Louise Barba was sitting next to Missionary Catechists of Divine Providence’s new labyrinth with a book on her lap and her eyes to the horizon.

“It’s really special,” Sister Barba said. “To see them all on their hands and knees (to make it) … all the bricks came from (an) old house here,” she said as he points to the stones lining the pathway of the labyrinth.

She smiles and invites me to take a step closer to get a better look.

Sister Barba was waiting for member of the Missionary Catechists of Divine Providence congregation to join her for a blessing ceremony of the labyrinth.

Sister Ester Guerrero has suggested the labyrinth to the congregation when they were considering projects to undertake to beautify the grounds. "It was always a dream I had," Sister Guerrero would later tell me. "It was a healing tool for transformation, and I just wanted to provide this quiet place."

Now the project is complete and the Sister’s are caretakers of one of the only labyrinths in South Texas.

Sister Barba comments on how peaceful it is. Shaped by one layer of bricks, barely above the ground, is a winding dirt path that switches back and forth on itself. In the center is an open circle.

We both are still in our silence.

The wildlife chirped and hooted around us and as the white noise of freeway traffic dropped down. A slight breeze rustled through the trees and I watched the light dance across the ground.

Sister Barba was right; it was special.

Rocky Mountain News stops the presses

2009-02-27T09:40:00.000-08:00

Today the last issue of the Rocky came off the presses and as the ink dried on the page, the last truck left the facilities and the newsroom doors close, it marks the end of another great photo paper.

We've lost too many in recent years.

Final Edition from Matthew Roberts on Vimeo.

Also check out Who Killed the Rocky (for the last time, it's not Craigslist!) and a review of the last issue.

theBAG

2009-02-15T13:39:00.000-08:00

The bag from Shaminder Dulai on Vimeo.

The last of three videos created for the Midland Daily News' coverage of the Dow Corning Tennis Classic.

Take a look and chime in with any comments/criticisms/advice.

Also if you find the video to be a bit jumpy, try watching it in SD as opposed to HD.

Thank you

Allie Will

2009-02-14T14:33:00.000-08:00

Will from Shaminder Dulai on Vimeo.

The second of three videos created for the Midland Daily News' coverage of the Dow Corning Tennis Classic.

Take a look and chime in with any comments/criticisms/advice.

Also if you find the video to be a bit jumpy, try watching it in SD as opposed to HD.

Later