Last weekend, I documented a back-to-school event held in my neighborhood at Irma C. Ruiz Elementary. The event was organized by New Life Pilsen church and supported by the alderman of the 25th ward. Chicago Public Schools had provided free backpacks and school supply kits for K-12 students. A variety of booths were set up in the school lot and entertainment was provided by various community groups as families waited in line to register and receive their school supplies. You may recall from my previous post that Mayor Emanuel made a surprise visit. These are a few of my favorite photographs from the event.

I unexpectedly found myself part of Mayor Emanuel’s entourage for 15 minutes this afternoon while I was documenting a back-to-school event at Irma C. Ruiz Elementary in the Heart of Chicago neighborhood. The event was organized by New Life Pilsen church and supported by the alderman of the 25th ward, and Chicago Public Schools had provided free backpacks and school supply kits for K-12 students. A variety of booths were set up in the school lot and entertainment from various community groups was provided as families waited in line to register and receive their school supplies.

With the looming possibility of a teachers’ union strike, Rahm Emanuel made a surprise visit to show his commitment to the public school system and to give his assurance that the school year would start on time. I had been called inside the school by a few of the event organizers and was told they wanted me to take a photo when the mayor arrived. As I was waiting and fiddling with my equipment, I looked up to find one of his staff members instructing me to “just start snapping pictures.” Just behind her was the mayor, already shaking hands with the event organizers. For the next 15 minutes I tagged along with Rahm, his staffers, the event organizers, and a press photographer as he briefly toured the event, shook hands with attendees, gave a brief speech, posed for photos, and made his exit.

A note about the photographs: a group from a nearby senior center had just finished performing a traditional Mexican dance and was eager to get their photo with the mayor, hence the sombreros and brightly colored dresses. The photograph of Rahm wearing a sombrero was the inspiration for this post’s title.

Several weeks ago I photographed Wheaton College’s campus for some print collateral the college was putting together. The assignment was to capture architectural details around campus in a generally abstract, geometrical sort of way. Walking around campus with my camera looking for interesting angles, I felt like I was in Photo 101 again, only this time with much more expensive equipment. It was a perfect day to shoot, and I was happy with what I captured. Here are a few of my favorite angles.

The recent NATO Summit caused quite a stir here in Chicago. Highway traffic was disrupted, firms in the commercial district had employees work off-site or dress down to blend in, security restrictions were placed on suburban public transit, and law enforcement was on high-alert in the downtown area. Protests and traffic disruptions were the constant talk of local news outlets.

As a photographer living in Chicago, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take some shots of the protests. I took a break from my day-to-day work on Monday, May 21, to see what was going on with the protests and to take some photographs. I wasn’t shooting for any assignment and had no plans of distributing the photos. I was there for the experience. When I arrived on scene at Washington and Wacker, I quickly realized trying to market my photos would be pointless anyway – there were so many photographers and news crews, I’m almost positive at least two or three other people captured the same images I did. Also, nothing newsworthy happened. However, the dynamic between protesters, media, police, and curious onlookers was fascinating. I was particularly interested in the media’s relationship to the protests.

The whole spectrum of media was there – professional news crews with reporters, broadcasting cameras, and sound teams; professional photographers on assignment with press badges and long lenses; photographers like me, with professional equipment but no real assignment; amateurs with entry-level dSLRs; and curious onlookers with their iPhones and point-and-shoots. Several people filmed with their tablets and smartphones to post to social media. On this particular occasion, I’d estimate there were just as many media and police present as there were actual protesters.

It occurred to me that the protest wouldn’t have existed without the media. What’s the point of protesting if no one notices you? But just by virtue of the protest’s existence, the media had to show up in case something eventful happened (indeed, even if they knew nothing was going to happen, they would still have to report it out of obligation). I unwittingly became part of that dynamic.

I photographed the protests for about an hour until I needed to get back to work. Nothing of significance happened that day, but my favorite photos are above. If you’re interested in seeing some really good and much more extensive photo coverage of the protests, check out the Chicago Tribune’s Photo Desk, particularly May 20th’s album.

While traveling in Oaxaca, Mexico, I had the good fortune to witness the Festival of St. James being celebrated in the mountain village of Ixcuintepec. I had returned to the village, where I had been staying for a few days before a short trip to a nearby but significantly less developed community, just hours before the festivities started. St. James is the patron saint of Ixcuintepec, and the town boasts a sizable Catholic church, so the festival was quite the production.

It began with a narrative performance involving elaborately costumed men and boys, with choreographed movements to the beat of a drum interspersed with dialogue read from a script. I wish I knew what the performance represented – I was too busy taking photos to investigate its meaning. That evening a spectacular fireworks display took place in the church plaza, only the spectacle was not in the sky. Men ran circles in the plaza with wireframe bulls held over their heads, strapped with pinwheels and fireworks. A marching band ensemble played music intermittently from one side, and a few elderly men danced drunkenly in the center.

The festival lasted for several days. From early morning to late at night boys launched firecrackers, the band marched through the streets, music blared from the government building’s PA system, and drunken youths loitered around the town center. Once a day men and women processed through the streets with candles, figurines, and balloons. The festival came across as more cultural than religious, and I wish I had a better understanding of its meaning and history in Mexico, but it was a fascinating event to witness and photograph.