Shocking Morning

Today Paul and I headed out to the Tulsa Shock media day to photograph the players for the league and the team. It's always a little bit of a madhouse at these events with so much going on, so I thought I would post a little video to show you what it takes to make a successful media day shoot.

Enjoy the video and be sure to comment or email me if you have and questions. Also, be sure to catch the shock this year. They really stacked up a roster in the off season with Swoopes, Cambage, Pederson and more.

Summer Reading List

Many of the years in the past, I have posted a reading list of sorts here for the year. This year I am a bit behind, but here's whats on my list for the dog days of summer. Enjoy!

1. Hemingway's Guns
I mean does this need anymore of an explanation? The stories of all of Hemingway's guns, how he acquired them and what he did with them. Brilliant idea for a book. I only hope it's decently written.

2. An Unfinished Life
A novel by one of the few fiction writers I read. I really liked Where Rivers Change Directions and The Fruit of Stone. Thanks to Tim DuBois for the introduction.

Red Stag
The only novel written by one of my favorite non-fiction writers, Guy Del La Valdene. His non-fiction books on woodcock (Making Game) and bobwhite quail (For a Handful of Feathers) are both brilliantly written and wildly informative.

3. The Fragrance of Grass

OK, scratch Red Stag. I found out while penning this post that La Valdene has released his final book on hunting. It took him ten years to write. This book is getting moved to the top of the list. If you like the outdoors, hunting, fishing or just plain fantastic writing, you need to check this guy out.

4. For Whom the Bell Tolls
To revive my old tradition of reading a big heavy classic each summer. I plan to read it alongside #1. Although I should probably match the gun book with True at First Light,  I am uninterested in posthumous publications after reading the last writings released by Edward Abbey's estate. Recently published books by long dead authors smell odd and leave a strange taste on the palette. Let me know if you know of an exception.

5. The Raw and the Cooked
A food book... of sorts, by Jim Harrison, who I know more closely from reading about him in non-fiction Thomas McGuane and Guy De La Valdene.

6. Ruffed Grouse Society 50th Anniversary Book
OK, here's one that's a bit of self promotion, but I do plan to read. I was published as one of many authors in this collection of stories about hunting Ruffed Grouse. Despite the fact I am included... there is some stellar writing in here.

There are a lot of short stories and magazines (mostly catching up on The Pointing Dog Journal and The Ruffed Grouse Society) I will read as well, but this is the list of the big ones. Can't wait to see what you are reading this year. Send your list along if you have a moment.

Relax, have a cool drink and do some dog work this summer and we'll see you in the fall to make stories of our own.

Better get a ladder....

It's not often that I try to find a way to get taller to photograph my subjects.

In fact, usually I try to get as low as possible, often on my knees using an angle finder to get what I want, but yesterday was a bit different.

When Liz Cambage came through the door... she ducked... and I scrambled to find a ladder. Knowing that the client wanted a photo of her wingspan for a website banner I knew we had to photograph her at her level, so everything, c-stands, camera, me and more went up. My assistant Paul found a stool to augment his height for stand in lighting and we went to work.

We had Liz for a little less than an hour. Despite being glued to her twitter feed, chatting away with new found fans, the 19 year old was awesome in the studio. Super nice, professional yet unpretentious and had the look down perfectly. If she's half as fun on the court, it's going to be a great season!

We had a full lighting setup on the cyc wall and using pocketwizards on multiple channels were able to switch quickly from a white backdrop to a black backdrop from the camera position without changing anything except turning off a set of lights remotely. It gave us two different looks with the push of a button without taking any extra time.

After we finished inside we went outside where the raw power and low flash duration of a fairly serious Speedotron setup allowed us to turn midday downtown Tulsa into dusk and stop the action of a moving WNBA center at the same time. A few images from the roof and Liz and her crew were on their way.

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Super Bowl Ad

Saint Francis Health Grades Ad from Shane Bevel on Vimeo.

Hey Folks, check it out. This is a great ad with my photos put together by Flying Colors Media here is Tulsa. Not sure when it will run again, but it ran locally during the Super Bowl this year!

Have a great day and stay warm out there!


It's not very often I get to blog about something I have written, but today is the day it seems. Occasionally I am pulled away from my tough life as a photographer and get to spend a few days in the woods, the plains or the cedar breaks chasing birds with a dog you may or may not be familiar with. Brown Dog.

To justify these adventures I have taken to self assignments for publication. This is one from last year. A piece I sold to the Ruffed Grouse Society for their 50th anniversary literary piece. I have to say that I share paper with some of my favorite outdoors writers here so it's a pretty neat place to be. You can purchase the entire magazine here: of you can see just my article here:

The Gents are in Town

The Centenary vs Oral Roberts game at the Mabee Center each year always reminds me of my first visit to Tulsa. I was working on a story for the Shreveport, La. newspaper and had traveled on the road with the Centenary Gents to Tulsa. Seems a lifetime ago. Here’s a couple images from tonight’s game.

Ladies Home Journal/Baja Racer 2010

I had a nice photo published this month in Ladies Home Journal of Osage County's super star Ree Drummond, also known as the Pioneer Woman. It's not the first time that I have photographed Ree, I shot her a while back for the L.A. Times and I have done some work for her personally as well. But this time was memorable.

Some of you Ree followers may have seen this blog on her site a while back: The Pioneer Woman. Unfortunately the two photographers were me and my assistant Paul McEntire. Fortunately we were ok! The truck got replaced, the shoot went on and the county even dismissed the silly ticket they gave me for losing control on a gravel road full of washboards and loose gravel from a motor grader.

Photo by Paul McEntire

It's been a few months (and 7k miles on a new truck) since we made the return trip to shoot the Drummonds. Needless to say they are some of my favorite people this side of the Red River. Ree is always a blast to photograph and I hope that I can show you some more of the work we did that morning soon!

PS.... for the record, I don't have photos of the Blue Snuggie... and if I did... I'd never tell. 

Dancefloor Diva

I like to shoot a few select weddings each year. First off they are fun. Second they keep my editorial eye tuned up and ready to go. Third... I get to make this photo! I heard recently of a wedding where no children were invited... what a shame.


..... Aren't they nice?

The Best Laid Plans

As the official league photographer for the Tulsa Shock this year I have setup more remotes than I typically do during the summertime. I really enjoy the work. It's fun and challenging and makes me flex my brain a little.  It's a skill set that sets the pros apart from the vast sea of amateur sports photographers and one that can really only be learned with lots and lots of practice. And for the most part I usually produce some nice images.

The thing about remote cameras is that they are awesome. The other thing about remote cameras is that they are.... well.... remote. Meaning you cannot access them during the game for the most part. So you have to get everything right the first time. I have a checklist in my head of settings I need to change on the camera and the remote equipment. I have threatened (usually after some type of screwup) many times to write it down and carry it in my remote bag, but it has yet to actually happen.

But like all things technical, there are bound to be new issues. You would think after more than a decade of shooting sports I would have a grasp on all the issues that I face, all the little things that could go wrong. But tonight as I setup to shoot the Sparks vs Shock game at the BOK Center, I came across a completely new issue. As Tim and I set up the overhead remote for some kickin' basket action we hung the 300mm 2.8 from the upper catwalk of the arena. This is where the problem started. The heat and humidity that Tulsa is experiencing seems to be concentrated at the top of the arena! The upper catwalk is placed just a few feet above the air conditioning outlets for the building. Meaning that it's like being in the attic of your house! The minute we crossed the last few steps onto the upper deck the 300mm (6 lbs of aluminum and glass) immediately fogged up. The problem is that a lens like this is not like your eyeglasses, it takes more than just a few minutes to warm up and unfog. With limited time, we guessed at the focusing and headed back downstairs.

After the first half we went back up and made some adjustments, refocused the camera and checked the take from the first half. Unfortunately it was just as I had feared. 

The lens remained fogged for the entire first half of the game. Luckily the Shock were shooting at that end the second half and I made some nice frames, so all was not lost. 


Big thanks to Tim Berry for helping out tonight. It's always a must for me to have a second set of hands when hanging things out over the catwalk for games. Sure, I could do it myself... but with so much else to go wrong... why take the risk!? 

All Images in this post are by Shane Bevel/NBAE/Getty Images and used by permission of the NBA and Tulsa Shock.