Plans for the day: Shoot the start, shoot the Port d'Envalira, maybe shoot somewhere else, belly rubs and neck scratches, shoot th finish. Ok, so Indie (the host-dog at my lodging for the prior evening)was responsible for suggesting the rubs/scratches, but don't even act like that's not a good idea in its own right.Read More
Maps, routes, time tables, sponsor info, and all the other behind the scenes info about chasing bike races with a camera.
There have been several not insignificant hiccups with regard to my arrival in France and Andorra. Flights were delayed, SIM cards won't recharge, and toll booth readers picked a very inopportune time to deny all forms of payment. The struggle has been so real. But I'm here. Finally.
News coverage begins tomorrow!
You see, your Grahams Watson, Tims De Waele, Marks Gunter - these photographers will be following the tour on a moto with in-race privileges. While they're at the mercy of the vehicle regulator, piping directives over race radio, they can shoot in race, they can zip ahead, set up and shoot, then filter back through the caravan to do it all again. The Tour hands out relatively few of these in-race credentials to photographers. The rest of us credentialed photographers will be leapfrogging the race, going around and ahead, but never through. And this has some interesting implications with respect to covering as much of each stage as possible...Read More
Last year, I was fortunate enough to follow the Tour for its first week, as it ran from Utrecht, down through Belgium, and across the northern coast of France. I watched riders roll from the TT start house at less than an arms reach. I stood on the roadside as the peloton thundered across cobblestones, and tasted the dust left in their wake. I was in the media scrum after Cav took his much delayed (and only) Tour stage win of 2015. I shot from the finish lines as riders crested the Murs de Huy, and Bretagne. It. Was. LIT. Not in the literal Giro d'Italia after party sense, but it was pretty great, alright?
Since leaving the Tour last year, I have been plotting out a return, to cover the full Tour this year. And I am sad to say, I don't think that will happen.
However, I am beyond stoked that I WILL be at the Tour for the last two weeks. First week last year, last two this year. It's basically a full Tour. I'll count it. For 10 stages and 2 rest days, I'll be posting daily stage image galleries, re-caps, and interviews. Occasionally, with speculation, opinion, and unabashed fandom, too.
I'll also be trying out a little experiment through the end of the Tour: At the bottom of the page, there'll be a donate button. That's not really the experiment, though. At it's heart, it works like any other donate button - if you enjoy the content here over the next few months and want to help support it, it's there for you.
The experiment part: "Public-Broadcasting Roulette." I want you to get something in return for donating - more than just a sense of satisfaction and more than the same content that everyone else gets. In public broadcasting fashion, if you donate enough for me to send something back to you, you'll get a thank you gift exclusive to donors. It could be anything: prints, promo-items from the tour, zine, photo book, etc. Gifts aren't explicitly set, nor are donation tiers tied to anything specific, but if you donate you will get something in return commensurate to your donation amount. And it'll be awesome! In true NPR and PBS form, you might even get a tote-bag: options are being explored to include a custom musette bag.
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"Is this real life?!" kept echoing through my head and out to various social media channels. I had made small talk with Pieter Weening and chatted with a sloshed Matt White about Luke Durbridge's fantastic ride to second place on the Milan finishing circuit. I was a decidedly buzzed myself, having lost track of both time and the number of drinks I'd had while dancing amongst the mix of beautiful Milanese and personal cycling heroes. I was not, however, drunk enough to forget that I did have to be back at work in the morning. In Madrid.Read More