But there was a war going on (Viet Nam) and there was famine (Bengladesh) and you really don't have to look all that hard to find social upheaval. As I think about it now, it was in my own back yard, the 1960's. But I opted out of all of that by taking a draft deferred job as a school teacher which sealed my fate to teach for years, go to school at night, marry, and become a psychologist, all the while taking pictures of obscure and arcane things, like I do now (although less so), and even learning how to make platinum prints of them from George Tice. But things tend to unfold as they should. I really wasn't a good photographer back then, producing the occasional interesting image, but mostly making pictures that pleased only me and otherwise had not particular redeeming value.
This next one didn't get published (nor was it submitted). It is a picture of Gaye Applebaum on the job during a Siberianly cold Ottawa winter. She is the fur trimmed "cub" reporter in the middle.
And this last one was taken during that same period in front of the parliament buildings in Ottawa capturing the sentiment of the public service labor protest quite well I think.
I couldn't find many more images from that short career (maybe there weren't many), and what I could find was mundane, good for illustrative purposes but with little intrinsic or artistic value. But these three photos do show some photojournalistic valor and ability under fire, so who knows...
Soon after that, I went off to Israel for an extended period thus ending my short brush with the exciting world of photojournalism. The opportunity did not rise again, or has it.