|Posted by johnnieraz on November 17, 2018 at 5:15 PM|
ABOVE: My photo from the 1981 Marquette-Notre Dame basketball game at the Milwaukee Arena.
By John Rezell
Lord knows how many photos I've taken over the years.
In the garage I have boxes of slides and crates of photo albums chronicling my life with Debbie up to the time digital photography took over, and countless bytes of photos floating in hard drives here there and everywhere bringing that story up to date — literally to the last hour.
Growing up I wasn't much into photography, and the lack of photos from childhood back that up.
Good cameras were really expensive. For most folks with budget cameras, film and processing costs were daunting. So much so that a roll of 24 or 36 shots would typically include pictures from Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Memorial Day and finally get developed after summer vacation.
Immediate gratification and photography weren't mates back in those days.
Once I took my class in photojournalism in college, everything changed. Not just taking photos, but how to view life.
It's sad that future generations won't know the joy of fumbling in the dark to roll your film onto a cassette, then later under red light watching an image appear from the ether onto a page.
Nor will they know the agony of losing a whole roll or two of pictures to the cumbersome process.
Or waiting a week for film to be processed.
There's a lot to be said about technology and progress.
When Debbie and I were married, our first significant purchase was a quality camera that cost about a two week's salary.
We worked that camera hard for 13 years — it becoming a key element of my freelancing days — until it finally died on the most inopportune of times.
On one of my most memorable assignments covering the inaugural Tour of China bicycle race, it slowly gave way, with me lining up shots of cyclists racing past at 30 mph then holding down the button and frantically following them until the camera decided to engage the shutter.
Those photos from China are among my most cherished.
Yet, if I had to select one of my professional photos as my all-time favorite, there is no contest.
My first job out of college was do-it-all sports editor for The Jefferson County Daily News in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin.
There I got to cover University of Wisconsin and Marquette University sports.
So I sat courtside at the Milwaukee Arena on January 10, 1981, as the closing seconds of an amazing basketball game between rivals Marquette and Notre Dame unfolded before me.
In the final moments, freshman Glenn "Doc" Rivers launched a 35-foot prayer.
I caught it.
The place erupted and everyone went nuts. I continued to shoot away.
Eventually Rivers literally climbed on top of the backboard. It was crazy fun.
It was a Saturday game. Our paper was a Monday through Friday publication. Not only that, we had union guys who worked the darkroom.
So I had to wait until mid-morning Monday before the film was developed.
When they handed me the negatives, my hands were shaking.
Please let it be in focus.
Please let it be in frame.
Please give me something.
What I saw was an image that will last a lifetime.