I am not a morning person. It's 5 a.m., my alarm is blaring at some random interstate-exit hotel near Montgomery, Ala., and all I want to do is go back to sleep. But I really want to get some beauty shots of the Edmund Pettus Bridge and the town of Selma bathed in sunrise light for our coverage of the 50th anniversary of "Bloody Sunday."
The sun starts to peek over the treetops as I begin to walk across the bridge, shooting photos of mist on the Alabama River, reflections of the town on the water and, of course, the name of the bridge painted on the span itself. I notice a few camera crews hanging around and I write it off as the start of the media swarming this otherwise quiet Southern landmark for the anniversary. Then more media arrive, and it becomes apparent I have stumbled into an event I need to shoot. A press secretary arrives and informs us “he” will be arriving soon to walk across the bridge.