Like everyone else, life has shifted abruptly and dramatically for these seven photojournalists. Although The Beacon continues to work remotely amidst the coronavirus pandemic, photojournalists face new challenges as they attempt to capture images that represent the stories we continue to write. They are faced with the grief that comes from what they have lost in the transition, the frustration that comes with helplessness, and the anxiety of not knowing what will happen next.
We have all seen it before. You walk along your merry way and see countless people with their water bottles layered in copious numbers of stickers, making the actual color of the water bottle hardly visible. Behind the sound of the tip-tapping of fingers flying, typing notes and papers on keyboards, is the image of a completely sticker-covered laptop. With all the opportunities for self-expression stickers make available to us, even refrigerators can gain opinions and personalities. The Beacon decided to talk to students about their stickers, setting out to discover the reasons why students love putting them on just about any surface and the meanings behind the ones they chose.
On Wednesday, University of Portland community members could be spotted around campus with black ashes smudged into the shape of a cross (more or less) on their foreheads. Members received these ashes at an Ash Wednesday Mass, a day to kick off the Lenten season where the application of the ashes represents the Catholic belief that people are made from dust and will return to dust. In commemoration of this day and the season of fasting, praying, and almsgiving before Easter Sunday that is Lent, The Beacon got to talk to these members about why they are celebrating the season this year.
I am biased in saying this, no doubt, but I want to see UP EV racing teams regularly take one to two finishes at every event and be the dominant team in the league while picking up a couple of patents along the way. These are ambitious goals, but goals that I whole-heartedly believe are attainable.
Only four miles from The Bluff lies Portland International Raceway, home to cars, screaming engines and high-octane fuel. PIR hosted the Grand Prix of Portland on Sept. 1, which is the penultimate race in the NTT IndyCar series.
All too often I see someone walk up to something interesting, rattle off twenty or so pictures on their phone or worse, their DSLR, quickly look through the pictures they got, think to themselves, “Eh, one of these is bound to turn out” and walk away. Admit it, we’ve all been there, myself included.