Yesterday I received notice from Columbia that I’m one of fifteen students admitted to their 10 month MS program at the Stabile Center for Investigative Journalism. My first reaction was dread, because despite the fact that it’s the best program in the world (blah blah blah) I’ve recommitted to my true love, photography, over the past few months.
Since moving to the Bay Area to reflect on what the hell I’m doing as a freelancer last spring, I’ve put a lot of long walks and thought into it. This fall, I decided that I’d apply to journalism school- but only to one, Columbia, which has the Stabile program.
Everyone from editors to colleagues to reps to friends has encouraged me to accept the admissions offer, but I can’t help but feel that the timing is less than ideal. Right now, I’m finally feeling steadier in Cali, and much clearer about certain projects (yes, the Federation book!) and photo work I’ve been doing.
So I read back through my application essays, to help redefine & solidify what my initial motivation was. Thankfully or not, it still appears valid- that is, coming to terms with the realization that a lot can be said with photography- but there’s an awful lot that the visual alone just can’t nail.