Our last day in D.C. included a return to Reuters, to meet freelancer Johnny Bivera, and National Geographic. Johnny graduated from the military photographer program that RIT used to have, and working with military photographers has turned into his passion. He runs a photography workshop for them, and also organizes a “shoot-off” (hopefully I can make it back to D.C. to participate, students are welcome). Johnny encouraged many of the concepts we had heard throughout the week; balance photojournalism with other passions to keep from burning-out, find people who are better than you are and share your work, and know how to market yourself. I was excited to discover we share a passion for horses and I hope to keep in touch with him in regard to my equestrian photography. He also expressed a belief that you should not be afraid to photograph your own family with the same honesty you do other subjects.
Our last visit was to National Geographic, a publication that is the holy grail to many young photojournalists. We met with Ken Geiger, senior editor for technology, and Bill Douthitt, senior editor of special editions. They described the workflow at Nat Geo, from story pitch to the finished magazine. Ken advised us that if we want to make a pitch to them, have a story with global breadth. Bill noted that they have many talented documentary photographers who work with them, and to consider science or archaeological photography. I was curious about the archaeological aspect and Bill was kind enough to pull an issue of Nat Geo from the seemingly endless yellow lined shelves (he knew exactly where the edition he wanted was housed) and break down what a creative archaeological shoot is like. I related to some of the photographs as still life, others were exhibitions being built in museums, and there were even photographs with a sense of humor. I am not quite sure how to get into that genre of photography, but I could tell it is something I would enjoy. Lastly, I cannot help but mention, Eugene Richards just happened to be in the building. Hero shock aside, it really made it strike home how reputable Nat Geo is; we were in there on a quiet, Friday afternoon, and Eugene Richards just happened to be in the halls. It really ended the D.C. journey with an exclamation point.





