Sometimes it's best to just state the facts and get out of the way: The Eddie Adams Workshop did more for my career than any other factor.

It was also the most fun.

I was a student for the third EAW and was invited back in 92, 93 and 96 (if memory serves me correctly) to be a part of the somewhat infamous Black Team. Ah, yes, the Black Team. I don't know how it is today, but I hope it's the same as it was in those earlier years. Back then, we worked our tails off...
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Sometimes it's best to just state the facts and get out of the way: The Eddie Adams Workshop did more for my career than any other factor.

It was also the most fun.

I was a student for the third EAW and was invited back in 92, 93 and 96 (if memory serves me correctly) to be a part of the somewhat infamous Black Team. Ah, yes, the Black Team. I don't know how it is today, but I hope it's the same as it was in those earlier years. Back then, we worked our tails off before, during and after the workshop. Showing up days early, we were taken care of by Eddie and his wonderful wife, Alyssa, as we prepared the property for the incoming students. Grass needed cutting, trash needed hauling, parking needed to be organized, rooms needed to be set-up along with light tables and accessories, images needed to be hung in hallways and slide carousels needed to be set. I never loved working so hard in all my life. We clowned with each other while taking it seriously enough to make sure things were done right. This wasn't some joke, we all knew. This was the premier photojournalism workshop in the world. And if we clowned too much, well Tim Rasmussen would be there to gently coerce us back to work.
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