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April 28th, 2009

Reuters aces Canadian Photos of the Year competition

Posted by: Corinne Perkins

Reuters News has aced four categories, as well as ranking in three other categories, in the annual News Photographers Association of Canada Photos of the Year competition. This year’s competition drew over 2,000 entries from 125 photographers. Thomas Szlukovenyi, Global Editor of Pictures, said “These awards pay tribute to the high quality of Reuters photography and further cement our reputation with clients as the leading source of photojournalism in Canada. Congratulations to all the winners.”

Reuters photographers were honored with the following 7 awards:


General News:

1st - Mark Blinch

Feature:
1st - Andy Clark


Honourable Mention - Mathieu Belanger

Pictorial:
1st - Mathieu Belanger

Sports Action:
1st - Shaun Best


2nd - Mark Blinch

Sports Feature:
2nd - Christinne Muschi

To view a slideshow of award-winning images click here.

For further information about the awards click here.

April 27th, 2009

A day at the front line in Sri Lanka

Posted by: David Gray

Access for foreign journalists to Asia’s longest running civil war between the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE) and government troops, is very tightly controlled by the Sri Lankan government. Getting near the front line area known as the ‘No Fire Zone’ is only possible with an officially sanctioned trip organized by the Ministry of Defence. Last Friday, April 24, I went on one.

The trip started at 3.30am, when I arrived at the military air base in Colombo. We went through 3 security checks, before boarding our plane at 6.30am. We flew north for about 30 minutes to a small airstrip at a place called Mankulam. From here, we boarded two Mi-8 helicopters. To avoid any ground fire, the choppers fly at maximum speed just above the height of the tallest trees, and when I say just, I mean scraping the leaves. This fast and furious ride lasted just 30 minutes to the town of Kilinochchi.

We had a quick briefing, and then we set off in a convoy of armored personnel carriers towards the front. The carrier that I got into was a very old, clunky thing of which there was not much evidence of suspension. The roads in the area had suffered 25 years of a civil war, and were in seriously bad condition. Myself and and a TV cameraman tried our best to grab pictures as we sped along at around 50 miles/h but we were being thrown around so much, even for me to get the camera up to my face and see through it, was near impossible. We held on the best we could, and I managed to get a few ‘usable’ frames of a scorched and destroyed landscape. Every single dwelling was either destroyed or uninhabitable. It reminded me of East Timor in 1999. Burnt out vehicles lined the road. What was most noticeable was the absence of people. There were simply no civilians anywhere.

After what seemed like hours, but was actually only one, we arrived at the destroyed town of Puttumatalan. Here we got into jeeps. The troops that were escorting us got noticeably nervous. They held their guns at the ready now, looking more alert and more intently into the coconut groves as we passed. We must be close now, I thought.

After about 20 minutes driving down a dirt road, we turned a bend. Suddenly, there were thousands of exhausted and weary looking civilians. They were being given small amounts of food and drink by the soldiers, but only enough to last them a day or so. This was when our escorts really started to hurry us. It seemed they didn’t want us to talk or view these civilians for too long, and after just 5 minutes, we were told to get back in the jeeps. Frantic calls were made on radios, and we were told we were now headed to the front.

In just under 10 minutes, we arrived at the place where just days earlier the Sri Lankan government soldiers had pushed their way through the LTTE defenses, leading to a mass exodus of civilians. Smoke billowed less than a mile away where, we were told, troops were continuing to fight. Being so close, our escort now numbered almost 100 heavily armed soldiers. We were severely exposed standing on a road that cut a path through the lagoon, but this was where we were allowed to stay the longest of any of the other stops.


For a full 30 minutes, we photographed and filmed what we saw around us. Clothes and rubbish lay scattered across the dry plain. While walking amongst all this, I found a packet of film negatives that showed mourners at a funeral. Sadly, it was rather an appropriate subject matter in such a place where so many had most likely died.

After driving back to the battalion headquarters, we were once again in an armored personal carrier, driving back to the helicopter landing area, with our driver narrowly missing 3 cows and even skidding off the road on one occasion. Once we boarded the helicopter, everything went so fast, and before we knew it, we were on our plane and heading back to Colombo. Stepping onto the runway, it dawned on me what I had just done. In a single day, I had been to the front line of a war in an area that is extremely difficult to reach and come back to civilization. I was exhausted and dripping with sweat, but what about the people trapped in the war zone? They didn’t get to fly back to the comforts of a city. They continued to endure the horrors of war in dire conditions and horrendous temperatures, with minimal food, water, medical aid or even shelter. What about those who got out, but had a long journey to a refugee camp ahead of them, with no clear idea when they can go back home. It reminded me of a book I finished reading a few months ago called ‘Dispatches’ by Michael Herr about his experiences as a correspondent during the Vietnam war, and how he found it strange flying in and out of war zones. I could see what he had meant a little more clearly now – just the craziness of it all.

April 23rd, 2009

Japan expats clean up Paris

Posted by: Thomas White

FRANCE/JAPAN-WASTE

"Japan syndrome" hits about 10 Japanese tourists to Paris a year. The victims are so disappointed at the dirty streets and rude waiters that they succumb to a nervous breakdown at the idea of having wasted a week of leave and savings on a trip to the City of Lights.

There is said to be a psychologist, Japanese of course, who treats these despondent compatriots at the embassy. So when I read about a group of Japanese volunteers who gather once a month to clean the famously cobbled streets of Paris I saw a story.

Place de la Concorde is a busy intersection of ferocious drivers in underpowered cars hurtling past some of the most beautiful architecture in the city. At the epicentre I find a group of 20 Japanese dressed in green tops holding tongs and brooms, with cameras and gloves, waiting for their leader Osamu-san to start the slow march up the Champs Elysees.

I interview Osamu-san. It is stunted and in three languages. His reasons for the group's existence seem not to require explanation: Paris could be cleaner and so the group is cleaning it up. Simple. "Green Bird - Keep Clean, Keep Green" read their vests. "It's not so clean in Osaka, either" he says smiling, not wanting to appear superior.greenbirds

So up the Champs Elysees we go, stooping to pick up cigarette butts and old metro tickets. This isn't exactly Jakarta, but the quantity of rubbish that fills their bags is astonishing. A street-cleaning truck drives past, its driver watching quizzically as two housewives sweep the beige sand of the walkway.

I wasn't the only journalist on the scene and every move is photographed, questioned by the six other journalists. The Japanese just carry on stoically, oblivious to the camera shutters clicking, posing politely.

It is a cool Sunday afternoon and the passers-by watch our group with amused haughtiness. Japanese tourists take photos, the Americans ask questions, the French don't break stride.

After 200 metres up les Champs the adventure is over. Osamu-san pulls out his hefty Nikon for a group photo and the group strips off their green vests and melts into the crowd, leaving a couple of sniggering onlookers and half a dozen bags of meticulously collected detritus.

Click here for a slideshow of Thomas White's pictures from the clean up.

April 14th, 2009

Presidential pets: Past and present

Posted by: Larry Downing

“Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that’s coming with us to the White House.” -Barack Obama

And with that introduction during his presidential victory speech last November Barack Obama changed the lives of his family forever by honoring a personal campaign promise to the most important constituents in his life; his daughters, Sasha and Malia. Both girls will now have memories of growing up in official Washington forever linked with the excitement of sharing the White House grounds with their brand new puppy.

They will discover the past rewards of an imaginary friend are hollow next to the joys generated by a loving heart of a real puppy. Sasha and Malia will learn how satisfying it is to be a pet’s hero and they will never tire from watching as their dog twists inside-out with enthusiasm, and smiles widely every time they return home from school.

The family has permanently moved into the White House and now faces the intensity of a nation’s craving to learn about all things Obama. Now that they have their new puppy the entire family will soon agree that a house doesn’t become a real home until it’s shared with the love of a dog. Rooms are much warmer when a pet is present; and feet are more relaxed in the morning after sharing the bottom of the bed at night with fluffy warm fur. Nothing melts stress like the comfort found from a kiss on the top of a dog’s warm head.

President George W. Bush adored his Scottish terrier, ‘Barney,’ and wasn’t afraid to seek that warmth and comfort in public.

‘Barney’ was a wild-child; the president stopped placing him on the ground at Andrews Air Force Base after ‘Barney’ decided he was the family’s fastest sprinter. “The Commander in Chief” looked like the frantic neighbor next-door, yelling, “hey, can you help me catch my dog” when ‘Barney’ decided to race.

Bush and ‘Barney’ shared more than their fashionable zip code. Both showed well on television and they shared the same temperament for the Fourth Estate. ‘Barney’ found his hard to leash and was finally tested before leaving the White House.

‘Barney’ was standing quietly on the sidewalk when Reuters’ television news reporter Jonathan Decker decided to pet him without asking his permission. Dogs are instinctive animals so ‘Barney’ reacts and bites Decker’s finger when he reaches down to pat his head. White House Correspondent April D. Ryan captured the action on her cell phone. The Physician to the President Dr. Richard Tubb immediately bandaged the bleeding finger and gave precautionary antibiotics to the reporter. He also received a tetanus shot. ‘Barney’ showed no adverse reaction to the bite.

The Scottie was pampered and adored for years while starring in the annual White House television holiday specials using pioneering camera direction known famously as “Barney Cam.” As a television personality he thought nothing of biting a fellow on-camera talent. He exercised the dogma that it’s a “dog eat dog world.” Luckily his owner had presidential pardoning powers and ‘Barney’ was able to escape the punishment reserved for animals that bite human flesh in the District of Columbia.

‘Barney’ is now safely home on the range in Texas and he’s enjoying his hobby of nipping at armadillos.

Even ‘Barney’s’ roommate enjoyed the attention; ‘Miss Beazley’ joined ‘Barney’ as the subjects for White House pastry chefs during the holiday season. Both were served to White House party guests as gingerbread cookies.

‘Miss Beazley’, pet of President George W. Bush, introduces herself to the prosthetic legs of Iraq war double-amputee U.S. Army soldier SSgt Christian Bagge, of Eugene, Oregon, after he jogged with Bush along the jogging path on the South Lawn of the White House in 2006.

“There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.” -Bern Williams

Presidents are assigned powerful code names by the U.S. Secret Service agents who protect them: ‘Renegade’ (Obama), ‘Trailblazer’ (Bush 43), ‘Eagle’ (Clinton), ‘Timberwolf’ (Bush 41), ‘Rawhide’ (Reagan), and ‘Deacon’ (Carter).

But the first family’s pets walk around innocently with entertaining names like: ‘Grits,’ ‘Puffins,’ ‘Boston Beans,’ ‘Sailor Boy,’ ‘Clipper,’ ‘Peter Pan,’ ‘Butterfly,’ and ‘White Tips.’ Pets born with “royal” ambitions answered to: ‘King Tut,’ ‘King Timahoe,’ ‘King Cole,’ and ‘Duke.’ Calvin Coolidge had a lion cub named ‘Tax Reduction,’ and William McKinley owned a yellow-headed Mexican parrot he called ‘Washington Post.’ The bird must have been confused every time the president responded verbally against a critical editorial in the city’s morning paper, “The Washington Post.” Even the Nation’s first president, George Washington, showed his sense of humor when naming two of his canine companions, ‘Tipsy’ and ‘Drunkard.’

They may have simple names but they are free to walk, trot, or fly into the Oval Office anytime without an appointment and demand immediate attention from the President of the United States. President Gerald Ford’s Golden Retriever, ‘Liberty,’ made the Oval Office a canine hang out. Ford’s personal photographer, David Hume Kennerly, agreed it’s impossible to fail through the eyes of the “boss” if he captured wonderful pictures of his dog.

This is a 1974 Kennerly photograph released by the Gerald Ford Presidential Library.

Even a turkey makes a president take quick notice. Reuters’ photographer Kevin Lamarque captured this surprising moment during the Thanksgiving holiday presidential pardoning ceremony in the Rose Garden of the White House in 2001.

Washington’s halls of power are loaded with political animals but none with the lofty bragging rights like the ones given unrestricted liberties on the “18 acres” of the White House compound. First family pets have no legal provisions for Secret Service protection therefore they fall under the umbrella of their owner’s security. When a pet is in residence, the Secret Service attack dogs wear “Hannibal Lecter” masks to prevent the K-9 handlers from the lonely task of reporting to the president and begging forgiveness after his guard dog accidentally hunted down and ate the family companion.

“Any man who does not like dogs and want them about does not deserve to be in the White House.” -President Calvin Coolidge

If ever a “picture is worth a thousand words” then look at any of the images of President Lyndon B. Johnson. The photograph of a howling president and his adopted dog ‘Yuki’ next to the U.S. Ambassador to Britain is priceless. So is the picture of Johnson showing off the basket of Beagle puppies to a friend’s daughter. Forever a mystery is the curious image of Johnson lifting up his Beagle, ‘Him’ by his ears in front of an audience.

Those pictures prove that all men are, in fact, created equal and even the most powerful are little boys while playing with their pets. These pictures were taken by White House photographers Cecil Stoughton and Yoichi Okamoto and are from the Lyndon Baines Johnson Presidential Library and Museum.

It’s no surprise that dogs rule at the White House; but then so do cats, ponies, roosters, hamsters, pigs and sheep. President John Quincy Adams kept an alligator in the bath tub. A hippo once resided at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Even the Land of Oz’s “lions and tigers and bears” found a welcome mat waiting for them at the front door thanks to President’s Calvin Coolidge, Martin Van Buren and Thomas Jefferson, respectively.

Visualize a raccoon with unlimited rights inside the Executive Mansion? First lady Grace Coolidge allowed her raccoon ‘Rebecca’ to roam around and reportedly terrorized anything and everything, including White House staff. ‘Rebecca’ eventually took early retirement from the White House and settled down in a zoo. The photograph of Mrs. Coolidge and her raccoon was taken at the annual White House Easter egg roll and it was found in the Library of Congress collection.

Mrs. Coolidge posed for her official White House portrait with the other love of her life, a white Collie, named ‘Rob Roy.’ The almost life-sized portrait by Howard Chandler Christy now hangs prominently in the White House’s China Room.

“If you don’t own a dog, at least one, there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.” -Roger Caras

President George W. Bush’s English springer spaniel, ‘Spot Fetcher,’ grew up around the trappings of political fame and she was quite comfortable living as canine royalty. President Bush once remarked to me at a White House press picnic in Texas that “Spotty’s” birth certificate and her death certificate both listed 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. as her legal address. He beamed proudly after stating that to me.

She spent her later years catching up on her lost dreams on top of the prestigious carpet in the Oval Office.

‘Spot’s mother, ‘Millie,’ resided at the White House as a member of the first family when President George H.W. Bush was the nation’s 41st president.

‘Millie’ had a lot in common with then first lady, Barbara Bush. Both gave birth to future residents of the White House; Barbara’s son, George W., was sworn-in as the 43rd President of the United States just 12 years after her husband, George H.W., took the same oath. ‘Millie’ gave birth to ‘Spot’ during the elder Bush’s presidency.

The two mothers then collaborated and wrote a children’s book entitled, “Millie’s Book: As Dictated to Barbara Bush.” It was wildly popular with Republican Party pet owners and autographed copies were sought after and prized; the recent economic downturn has even impacted the intellectuals of the Bush family; and “Millie’s Book” is now found for as low as .01 cents on Amazon.com.

News cameraman Rodney Batten loaned his personal copy to be photographed.

“Children and dogs are as necessary to the welfare of the country as Wall Street and the railroads.” -Harry S. Truman

President John F. Kennedy appeared at times more like the patron saint of animals, St. Francis of Assisi, then as the Chief Executive. The Kennedy dynasty included a New England version of a traveling “dog and pony show:” kids, dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, ponies, and even ‘Zsa Zsa,’ the rabbit. The family owned more or less a dozen pets.

Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev gave Kennedy’s daughter, Caroline, a puppy, “Pushinka,’ as a gift in 1961. The dog’s mother, ‘Strelka,’ was a genuine space hero who was launched inside a rocket and then orbited the Earth aboard Sputnik 5 in 1960. ‘Strelka’ is now stuffed and part of a collection seen at the Memorial Museum of Space Exploration in Moscow.

‘Pushinka,’ translates to English as ‘Fluffy,’ and was a subtle reminder to Kennedy the Soviet Union won the first round of the “Space Race.”

Kennedy rarely missed a chance to share moments with his children. One historic treasure captured in 1962 includes the president, his son, John Jr., his daughter, Caroline, and her pony, ‘Macaroni,’ standing outside the Oval Office of the White House. The John Fitzgerald Kennedy Library in Boston is proud of that moment captured by Robert Knudsen at the White House.

Their 1962 official White House Christmas Card featured a picture of the first lady, and both Kennedy children, seated inside a sleigh being pulled across the snow on the South Lawn of the White House. Leading the charge was Caroline’s pony, ‘Macaroni.’

Horses have never been strangers to the grounds. A watering trough used for horses in the past still exists on the South Lawn and can be seen next to the circular drive on the East side. Quentin Roosevelt, the young son of President Teddy Roosevelt, reportedly once took his pet horse, ‘Algonquin,’ upstairs to the living-quarters of the White House inside the mansion’s elevator to cheer up his little brother who was sick in bed.

Frances Benjamin Johnston photographed Quentin sitting on his horse on the White House grounds in 1905 and the picture is from the Library of Congress collection.

Quentin’s daring exploits continued as the young man matured and joined the U.S. Army Air Service as a World War I pilot who fought in the deadly skies of Europe. His luck ran out at the age of 21 when he was shot down and killed in 1918 on Bastille Day, ironically in France. Even in his last few months he found comfort in the company of a pet. (Photo: Library of Congress)

“Acquiring a dog may be the only opportunity a human ever has to choose a relative.” -Mordecai Siegal

During the World War I years the South Lawn was home to grazing sheep; that tradition wouldn’t fly today because the presidential helicopter, Marine One, needs the area to land.

This particular black and white photo was taken on a glass negative sometime between 1916-1919 and is part of the Harris & Ewing Collection (Library of Congress).

The nation’s 23rd president, Benjamin Harrison, served one-term in the White House in the early 1890’s. His son, Russell, owned a pet goat called ‘His Whiskers.’ The president’s grandson, Benjamin “Baby” McKee, was photographed sitting in a 19th Century version of the modern All Terrain Vehicle (ATV) on the South Lawn.

This photograph was taken between 1889 and 1893 and found in the Frances Benjamin Johnston Collection (Library of Congress).

Jimmy Carter was a modern “green” president and he believed in solar power so much he ordered the installation of collection panels on the roof of the White House to gather energy for the mansion. He also pushed for American voters to lower their thermostats in the winter. He illustrated his commitment by speaking on television from the White House in 1977 wearing his “Sunday’s best” cardigan sweater while seated in front of a burning fireplace. President Carter then promptly ordered all the thermostats inside the White House lowered to 68 degrees.

Carter was also aware of the need for his young daughter, Amy, to share her life with a dependable companion inside the “fishbowl” existence of the White House. Amy found her loyalty in the friendship of a Siamese cat named ‘‘Misty Malarky Ying Yang.’

I’ve never seen that window open since that day I took the picture.

The next cat to occupy the upstairs living quarters was an Arkansas beauty named “Socks the Cat” Clinton. ‘Socks’ fame was quick and she faced an overly aggressive pack of “petarrozzi” photographers prior to moving to Washington. One photographer tried to lure ‘Socks’ closer to the lens with fresh “Pounce” cat treats while he knelt on the sidewalk outside of the Governor’s Mansion in Little Rock. Clinton angrily announced later that evening, “…from the highest authority….hands off the cat!” The message was absolutely, positively, delivered the next day.

‘Socks’ retired to the home of Clinton’s personal White House secretary, Bettie Currie, after Clinton left office. Cancer’s nasty claw finally cornered ‘Socks’ and she passed away a few months ago.

The first family’s pet’s activities are now included on the official White House web site. Each animal has its own White House publicity photo. ‘Socks’ portrait was shot by Barbara Kinney/The White House.

“If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.” -Harry S. Truman

President Bill Clinton discovered man’s best friend was man’s only friend during the period surrounding the discovery he lied under oath to federal investigators about an affair with a 22 year-old White House Intern. The Clinton Administration went deep into ‘bunker mentality” after President Clinton stood before the nation on live television, pointed his finger up, and declared, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Miss Lewinsky.” Reuters photographers captured both pictures.

It turns out Monica Lewinsky had the goods to prove she was honestly bragging to a co-worker about her relationship with Clinton. The intern had saved the dress she was wearing when the two were alone. Investigators eventually took it into evidence and DNA tested the presidential keepsake found on the garment to determine he had, in fact, lied earlier. A humiliating impeachment proceeding followed and the full House of Representatives’ vote found Clinton guilty.

The gentle brown eyes and forgiving heart of his chocolate Labrador retriever ‘Buddy’ thawed the frost and gave the president a forgiving friend.

Bill’s ‘Buddy’ was killed tragically one night by an automobile on the road next to his Chappaqua, New York, home in 2002 while Mr. and Mrs. Clinton were away.

President Truman’s quote is celebrated for it’s political accuracy but he owned a dog only briefly while living in the White House; and only by accident. He received an unsolicited Christmas gift in 1947 and discovered a Cocker Spaniel he later introduced to Washington insiders as ‘Feller.’ Truman eventually let the pooch go to the home of his personal physician and ‘Feller’ lived out his life in Ohio.

“They are better than human beings because they know, but do not tell.” - Emily Dickinson

History acknowledges U.S. Senator Richard Nixon for his “best use” of a dog for political gain in 1952. Nixon tried desperate measures to remain on the Republican ticket as Eisenhower’s vice presidential pick after he was blasted with charges that he accepted $18,000 in illegal gifts while serving in the Senate. He admitted that he accepted an American Cocker Spaniel named ‘Checkers’ as a “gift” from a Texas businessman but argued it was ok to do so by spinning a clever tale citing the love affair between the puppy and his two young daughters, Tricia and Julie.

Nixon stood before the nation appearing on black and white television stating, “the kids, like all kids, love the dog and I just want to say this right now, that regardless of what they say about it, we’re gonna keep it.”

The infamous “Checker’s Speech” proved to have the political bite needed for Nixon to remain as Eisenhower’s choice. He not only served as the vice president but was later elected twice to serve as the nation’s Commander in Chief; including as mine in the early 1970’s.

‘Checkers’ died and was buried in 1964; Nixon’s political career died and was buried in 1974. Nixon sat before the nation appearing on color television stating, “I shall resign the presidency effective at noon tomorrow.”

‘Checkers’ was never mentioned on that August 8, 1974 night.

About the same time Nixon was playing out political drama on the small-screen another future American president was playing to audiences on the big-screen. Movie actor Ronald Reagan and ‘Bonzo’ the chimpanzee teamed up in a 1951 comedic Hollywood production entitled, “Bedtime for Bonzo.” ‘Bonzo’ continued with acting and earned another chance to play himself in the 1952 movie, “Bonzo Goes to College.” Reagan changed careers and earned a chance to play the President of the United States for two consecutive terms. Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.

“I love a dog. He does nothing for political reasons.” -Will Rogers

President Ronald Reagan’s love of animals was genuine. He shared the White House with two different dogs during his eight years as president. A large Bouvier des Flandres, answered to the name ‘Lucky,’ arrived and left Washington before the ink dried on his dog license application. He was a huge dog and exhibited eating traits like a Billie Goat. The White House curator’s office insisted ‘Lucky’ have additional supervision while looking for new chew toys around the historic antiques.

President Reagan gave him his “lucky” break and sent him off to live at the first family’s mountaintop retreat, “Rancho del Cielo,” located in the Santa Ynez Mountains just north of Santa Barbara, California. ‘Lucky’s’ replacement was a mild-mannered King Charles spaniel, ‘Rex,’ who was named after the now retired White House Curator, Rex Scouten, by first lady, Nancy Reagan.

All photographs of Reagan are from the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library and Museum.

Reagan enjoyed the company of dogs but he was hypnotized by the magic of horses. He rode whenever vacationing at his ranch in California and he rode on weekends at the Presidential retreat, Camp David, in Maryland. His favorite mount was a powerful white Arabian stallion named, ‘El Alamein,’ who was a gift from Mexican President Jose Lopez Portillo in 1981.

He even rode with Queen Elizabeth II at Windsor Castle while visiting Europe in 1982. The Queen is also no stranger to sharing her life with animals. She owns a collection of Welsh Corgis dogs.

“I am accustomed to hearing malicious falsehoods about myself…But I think I have a right to resent, to object to, libelous statements about my dog.” -Franklin D. Roosevelt

There is one White House dog which will live famously forever; President Franklin D. Roosevelt and his Scottish terrier ‘Fala’ were as inseparable in life as they are in death. ‘Fala’ is buried next to the president at his presidential library in Hyde Park, New York. He is also immortalized in bronze while seated loyally at the side of the president, in a larger than life statue, at the FDR Memorial along the Tidal Basin in Washington DC. No other White House pet has a monument sculpted in its honor inside the Nation’s Capital.

‘Fala’ ranks as one of the most unique pets to share the Oval Office with a president. The White House chef had standing orders to deliver a bone to the dog every single day. And the dog slept in a special area at the foot of the president’s bed. ‘Fala’ was so well known that during World War II American soldiers reportedly used his name as a “password” to insure German soldiers didn’t infiltrate U.S. battle lines. A simple “What’s the president’s dog’s name?” had only one answer…’Fala.’ Following Roosevelt’s death ‘Fala’ remained with the former first lady, Eleanor, until ‘Fala’ died.

“The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s.” -Mark Twain

The next chapter of White House history is now ready to be written and the new member of the Obama family has large paws to fill.

April 14th, 2009

Geriatric porn star at work

Posted by: Kim Kyung-Hoon

JAPAN-ELDERLY/PORN

As photographers, we're always looking for quirky and exceptional feature items, so when we got a chance to shoot Japan's oldest porno star on the job, we knew we couldn't miss it.

It took six months to open the door to this underground industry before we got to meet 75-year-old Shigeo Tokuda at work this week.

On our way to the movie set, we were excited about finally getting to cover the story, but what we saw during the filming was far from what we had imagined. This was no sleek movie production with sex gods and goddesses. The movie was filmed in a small, old house just outside Tokyo that was too shabby to be called a movie set. The floor was covered with dust and dead cockroaches.

JAPAN-ELDERLY/PORN

The director - a former porno actor who contracted a permanent slipped disk after exerting himself in more than 1,000 films - said he had paid 20,000 yen ($200) to rent the place for a day. For him, this is a high risk business, as he bears all the expenses. If his movie doesn't sell, he's out of pocket.

Another weight on his mind was 75-year-old Tokuda-san’s sexual performance. Any stage-fright from the leading man would mean the director's expenses were all for nothing. For that reason, the director said he always carried a small bag of stimulants to help induce sexual drive.

The toughest role of all, though, seemed to be that of the leading lady. In this particular sado-masochisitic flick, the 36-year-old "housewife" was chained up and whipped, had candle wax dripped on her legs, and was 'tortured' with a vibrator before Tokuda-san had sex with her. We heard that she got less than 60,000 yen for all this, while Tokuda-san himself got much less. He also had hardly any breaks between scenes during the half-day of filming.

JAPAN-ELDERLY/PORN

The crew were thoroughly professional. In front of the camera, the actors took no time at all to act sexually aroused, however fake their ecstasy may have been.

On the way back to the office, we quickly agreed that working in porno movies must be one of the toughest jobs around.

Pictures and writing by REUTERS/Toru Hanai and Kim Kyung-Hoon

April 9th, 2009

New home for the Yankees

Posted by: Ray Stubblebine

I came to New York in 1971 to work for the Associated Press and I covered the weekend shift at both Yankee Stadium and Shea Stadium, where the Mets played. I’ve spent a good part of my life covering baseball in New York, the last 21 years for Reuters.

The Yankees ballpark had the air of a grand old lady, slightly down on her luck. At first sight it was an impressive structure with the historic field and that magnificent original copper frieze that lined the stadium’s roof above the upper deck. But a close look revealed a stadium deteriorating almost everywhere.

For a working photographer it was no fun, one had to kneel in an aisle to shoot pictures or work in a “crows nest” box hung over the upper deck wall behind the Yankees dugout. But there was a palatable sense of history present, for me, every day I worked there.

In 1974 they closed the park and the Yankees played at the Mets’ Shea Stadium–a building that was uninspired and unexciting the day it was built in 1964. For two years the old Lady was given a major face-lift, but when I returned to cover opening day in 1976 my reaction was the surgery had gone all wrong. Instead of keeping the architectural hallmarks of “the House that Ruth Built,” the architects tried to make a brand new stadium that looked modern. While the outside walls and the lower seating bowl remained, much of the original was gone forever. As a last-second thought, the frieze was recreated only on the outfield area’s exterior wall. Even the improvements were minor, a few luxury boxes, and still inadequate photography positions. I hated the place. The real Yankee Stadium was gone.

The new Yankee Stadium certainly recaptures the grandeur of the original ballpark. Intimate–unlike the cross-town Mets’ new CitiField–it is not. It is impressive. The footprint is bigger than the old ballpark yet it seats roughly 10,000 less, and while I never spend much time wandering the upper deck in any park, it seems that if anything, the seats above the field are farther away. The foul territory around home plate has been reduced to bring the costly seats closer to the field, while there appears to be a bit more space between the foul lines in the outfield and the stands.

Monument Park is a disappointment. In the original stadium the monuments stood in centerfield and mounted on the outfield wall–if a ball could be hit into them it could be converted to an inside-the-park home run, unless the center fielder was very good maneuvering through them. In the rebuild the centerfield fences were brought in and the park was behind the wall, but still very visible to almost everyone in the stands. In the new stadium the park is still behind the centerfield wall, but it is longer and not as deep. To its disadvantage much of it is recessed under the overhanging structure that holds a restaurant and the monuments to the Yankees storied past are “buried” under it.

The fan amenities are fantastic–places to eat and drink are everywhere. The seats appear to be comfortable and there are broad concourses to move people in and out. I’ll reserve judgement on the working positions for photographers until I’ve had more time to shoot there, but first impressions are that they are not much better than the old stadium, which is a shame because there was an opportunity to provide so much more for the visual recording of the continuing history of this most famous team.

Frankly, all three stadium incarnations for this storied franchise reflect the type of organization the Yankees are—the new Yankee Stadium is big, bold, and confident–and overwhelming.

But the biggest plus for me is that glorious frieze that lined the original stadium’s roof above the upper deck is back, and it defines the ballpark as THE home of the Yankees.

If the Babe ever returned, he would feel at home.

April 2nd, 2009

Land Day

Posted by: Yannis Behrakis

April 1st, 2009

A recipe for excitement

Posted by: Denis Balibouse

Bjorn Heregger of Sweden competes during the Xtreme men’s ski freeride contest on the Bec des Rosses mountain in Verbier March 22, 2009. REUTERS/Valentin Flauraud

Take a 3,223m (10,574 ft) high mountain in Switzerland, “Le Bec-des-Rosses”, blessed with a 500m long north face and inclines of up to 55 degrees, sprinkle with sharp rocks, cover with snow for a few months, blast occasionally with strong winds and then add in a jump-friendly 20m escarpment along with narrow passages for descent.

Now throw into the mix 28 of the best skiers and snowboarders in the world, each of them climbing said mountain to reach their start positions. Add a light garnish of helicopter flights for the accompanying mountain guides, TV crews and photographers and you then have the vital ingredients of the recipe for excitement that is the Freeride World Cup Final 2009, or ‘Xtreme’ - an event held at the Swiss Alps resort of Verbier since 1996.

I arrive the evening before the event with stringer Valentin Flauraud and after some negotiations we’re assigned our mountain-side shooting positions.

As usual we have to use our diplomatic skills to gain access to the best spots. Early the next morning I meet my guide Tony. Tony has many responsibilities on this trip but most importantly he is the man who will keep Valentin and me safe and well.

He points towards a sunny area on the “Bec” - half-way to the top - where the women’s competition will begin. He then describes the walk we will have to make towards the left-hand side of the mountain to photograph the men’s event.

Reuters photographer Denis Balibouse watches the transporter helicopter depart after being dropped off on the Bec des Rosses mountain in Verbier March 22, 2009. (Courtesy photomargot.com)

Ten minutes later the helicopter drops us 50m below the start line and what at first seems like an a quick and easy ascent soon becomes a struggle. The combination of high altitude, my heavy backpack containing three cameras and four lenses (including a 400mm f2.8), and my general lack of fitness means I am soon out of breath and struggling in the waist-deep snow. Unsurprisingly, I am the last to reach the ridge.
I soon find myself harnessed and making my way around a pony-size rock before tackling a 15m ascent through a chimney-like cut in a cliff. I suddenly become aware of the 250m drop on both sides of the ridge I’m standing on. I can feel every muscle in my body and my heart is beating like the proverbial drum.

Sverre Liliequist of Sweden performs during the Xtreme men’s ski freeride contest on the Bec des Rosses mountain in Verbier March 22, 2009. REUTERS/Denis Balibouse

Of course, Tony negotiates this challenge with the speed and grace of a mountain goat. I crawl with the speed and the grace of a 200-year-old tortoise, pulling myself up on the side rocks before eventually making it to the top.
We are now joined by Dom, a seasoned ‘Xtreme’ event photographer. The radio breaks the silence, warning us we have only two minutes before the men’s competition begins. We make our way quickly the last 200 metres, and arrive at a comfortable, snowy position from where we will shoot the action.
It is the final event of the year for the crème de la crème; only the very best are here at the top of “Le Bec-des-Rosses”. Some competitors struggle, some draw clean lines, some go for the jumps and some prefer nice big curves. The riders are judged not by the risks they take but by their overall performance, including the choice of line, speed, precision and flow.

Reuters photographer Valentin Flauraud (2L) shoots a rider on a ridge during the Xtreme men’s ski freeride contest on the Bec des Rosses mountain in Verbier March 22, 2009. REUTERS/Denis Balibouse

They have regularly observed the mountain face through binoculars during the season but once at the top the perspective changes. The line can become difficult to negotiate, the snow too hard and there can be more rocks than expected under the snow. Despite some falls nobody gets injured.

The return trip is more direct and comparatively pleasant. I abseil down the ‘chimney’, then slide on my bottom to the first drop zone. From here I am the last one to be picked up by helicopter. Most of the others have chosen to ski from this point, all the way back down to civilisation.

An adrenaline shot like this in the middle of the day is like adding chilli to a nice meal. It gives some extra bite, some extra excitement.