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Stormy skies over dry land

By Jeff Tuttle

As a journalist I try to approach each assignment with an open mind as to what I might see and hear to help tell that particular story with my camera.

I am a native Kansan, so I know my state very well and when Reuters approached me about shooting the current drought I jumped at the chance and accepted the assignment. Knowing that the two wetlands in central Kansas were almost dry I figured that would be the best place to start.

GALLERY: LIFE IN DROUGHT TIMES

Cheyenne Bottoms Wildlife Area, one of the two wetlands that I wanted to photograph, was our first destination (my son, 17-year-old Zach, went with me on the shoot). As we drove west we stopped and photographed some damaged crops in Harvey County and then again in Barton County. There was plenty of sunshine when we started, but storm colds were approaching fast to the west, the direction we were headed. Great, no rain for a month and here I was shooting a drought story and it was going to rain!

We were to meet Curtis Wolf of Cheyenne Bottoms for a tour of the area, but we got side-tracked with huge amounts of smoke several miles away. Lightning had started a grass fire and with the mixture between wind and the dry grass I knew that this could add to part of my story – it did. Several Rice County fire department crews were battling the grass fire that looked to be about half a mile wide and moving pretty fast with the wind behind it. I stood on top of my truck to get above the horizon so I could shoot with a long lens to get the shots.

We met Mr. Wolf at the bottoms and he showed us the dry conditions that have emptied all of the pools that were once full. What was a stopping place for migrating birds is now cracked soil with weeds and dead fish bones. My son was still having a hard time understanding what it used to look like. I told him it used to be water as far as the eye could see, not anymore. By the time we left the bottoms the sky was getting dark, storm clouds were approaching so we moved away from it and headed southeast to Quivira National Wildlife Refuge. Oh, I forgot to mention falling into the mud. Thank you Mr. Wolf for grabbing my camera from me before I hit the ground!

The tornadoes March

By Harrison McClary

1,000 miles

March came roaring in with deadly storms leaving a trail of destruction across the mid-western states. I was covering a Rick Santorum campaign stop when picture editor Bob Strong called to ask if I could head over to Crossville, Tennessee to cover an area hit by the tornadoes the following morning.

I arrived on the scene to find the access road closed. I looked at my GPS and saw a small road that appeared to parallel the main road, so I turned on it and followed until trees blocked the road. I could easily see where the destroyed homes were, so I got out to walk. I climbed over, and crawled under fallen trees and foraged through the mountainous countryside until finally getting to the bottom of the valley. Once there I discovered the road was washed out.

Not long after getting back to my car they re-opened the main road and I headed into the damaged area, photographed the destruction and transmitted from my car.

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