The Jervois Cobalt Mine for the Wall Street Journal

Last week I had the amazing opportunity to visit the Jervois Cobalt mine near Salmon, Idaho for the Wall Street Journal. I have wanted to cover this story for ages and I'm so grateful to @breanna.denney for thinking of me for this assignment.

This is the only cobalt mine in the United States and cobalt is an essential ingredient in rechargeable batteries. Although the mine is ready to start extracting the metal, the cost of production is too high so the mine is dormant, waiting for the price of cobalt to rise. Most cobalt is mined in DRC and is used by China.

Portrait is of Executive General Manager Matt Lengerich, who generously took me around the mine and taught me a ton about cobalt and a thing or two about how to make little kids like hiking.

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Recent work for the Jackson Hole News and Guide

It was a delight to take photos of the Jackson Juggernauts taking on the Pocatello Pont Neuf Bruisers at the Roller Derby.

Teton Valley Rodeo

More work for my little hometown paper, The Teton Valley News. They have a cowboy poet, no comics, and if you have some time, read the police report, it’s pretty funny.

Portrait of Miriam Volk for the Lonka Project

Portrait of holocaust survivor Miriam Volk for the Lonka Project. I am honored to participate in this amazing project, which is made even more meaningful to me since it is created by one of my main mentors, Jim Hollander, and his wife Rina Castelnuovo.

Miriam Volk, 99, a holocaust survivor is seen in her home in Salt Lake City, Utah, Saturday May 15, 2021. Ms. Volk survived the Warsaw Ghetto, Auschwitz, and a death march to Bergen-Belsen. After the war she returned to her hometown of Kalisz in Poland to see if she could find any relatives. "I did not find anybody, all my relatives did not make it. I was the only one."

Miriam’s message as a survivor “If you see someone teasing or bullying someone else because they are gay or black or another religion, or just different, You cannot stand there and do nothing. You must protect them and stand up against hatred. Be nice to each other. Life and be very precious and terrific if you do it the right way.”

Deep gratitude to August Miller, who helped me and delivered his lighting genius and magical charisma to the mix.

My Year with the Animals

Going through the images I made in 2020 mostly makes me cringe. I didn’t take any great photos. I didn’t have any spectacular assignments. I was in rural Idaho for most of the year, trying to keep a COVID-free bubble in a home with an elderly parent. There were no protests, or long lines at food pantries, just empty streets with occasional lawn mowing, rattling tractors and a sun-bleached polyester Trump flags.

So, I got my bear-spray and started going on long hikes in the nearby forest with my dog. I went farther and farther away from my dad’s home in the small village of Ashton, and ended up spending days in Yellowstone and Grand Teton Parks, watching birds and animals. I started listening to bird watching podcasts and soon pitched up with my camera and a folding chair. Some days I burned a lot of gas and only saw a chipmunk. Other days I was lucky to see something wonderful like a hunting coyote or a swooping osprey clutching a fish. It was surprising to feel that excited feeling when you know you nailed something singular. Honestly, I hadn't felt like that in a while. Pretty much instantly, it triggered the magpie reflex and I became obsessed with collecting a little collection. 

I also baked a virgin loaf of bread and read some books, but my days in 2020 were mostly made meaningful once again by photography. Photography has given me my best friends, countless adventures, happy memories and some sad ones too. I shouldn’t be surprised the profession I love saved me in this most horrible of years.

Hoop Dancing 101

“Try to hold your world with two hands, even if it feels like it might fall apart, it wont’ fall apart,” Navajo hoop dancer Patrick Willie told a class of fourth graders at the Helen M. Knight Elementary School in Moab, Utah. Willie and fellow hoop dancer Joseph Secody from Page, Arizona, both champion hoop dancers, met up in Moab to teach a weeklong workshop to the entire fourth grade class as part of their curriculum for Native American Heritage month.

Secody described the workshop as, “A way of having us be recognized as Native Americans, that we are still here. We are trying to break the stereotype of how people see Native Americans. People still think that we live in teepees or out in a village in the middle of nowhere.” Willie agreed, adding “ Hoop dance is a cool and fun dance that also uses your imagination. I see hoop dance as a vehicle to share culture.”

Five classes with a total of 114 students spent an hour a day learning the fundamentals of hoop dancing. The number of hoops increased by one a day until the third day. The children learned to make meaningful shapes with the hoops, including a butterfly with flapping wings, an eagle, a bow and arrow, and a globe.

Willie and Secody spent the week wading through small herds of nine year olds, spinning and flailing hoops in all directions, Patiently, they helped the kids one by one one by one perfect their forms. “Who needs help?” was met children flocking to figure out just how to hold the hoop in place, or the right angle to make butterfly wing flap smoothly.

“I’m doing hoop dancing with the Native Americans,” said Rozalyn Krist, 9 “I think it’s really fun and I’m really happy that I get to do it. My favorite part is learning tricks, like the eagle, and the ice cream scoop, where you do a figure 8.”

The eagle, formed with three hoops in a row along one’s back, forming outstretched wings was universally popular. The gym where the workshop took place was full of swooping, spinning raptors, rivaled somewhat by the bow and arrow shape which prompted a playful skirmish.

The workshop concluded with a performance for parents. Kelvin Rawson ,9 announced, “We have a performance tomorrow, with only three days of training! Usually it takes a couple years”

“Maybe the best time to learn hoop dancing is when you are a kid,” Willie speculated “Mostly because of your imagination. Kids are always coming up with new ideas for formations that I haven’t thought of. I heard a few new ones this week, like a koala, for a formation the looks like Mickey Mouse.” Other shapes the kids saw were a diaper and a trashcan.

In a school like the one the workshop was held, the majority of the kids were not Native American, but Willie said there were a few Native kids, “its neat, because you can see how proud they are to be Native American and that they are learning something from their culture. Everyone else seems to enjoy the dance, but the native kids specifically seem to be the proudest.”

Memory Lane, images from Xinjiang

Xinjiang, or Western China has been in the news the past year or so. China has been harassing Uighurs for decades, but the abuse has increased at an alarming rate. Here are some photos from my last trip to Xinjiang.