ARTFAUL : Jan W Faul art

ARTFAUL : Jan W Faul art

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Jan W. Faul, Photographer & Published Author

When I was 27, I shot for TIME. I think It turned out that my boss was very competitive. When I finished an assignment, he submitted a similar piece of his own.
He was a bit short, and jealous too. I am too tall to do many things like drive a sports car, fly a plane, or dance cheek to cheek, for example.
At one point I stood on a basketball court next to Michael Jordan, and being the same height he asked if I played Bball. I said, “No, I don’t. Do you play miniature golf?” He laughed and ran out on the court to tell Scottie Pippen to talk to me about golf! So he did. He laughed too.

Having shot for TIME all summer, in mid-October, I got busy. They flew me to Fort Bragg to shoot the 82nd Airborne, which was packing to go to Israel. Two days later I was to drive to Deer Lake, Pennsylvania to shoot at Muhammad Ali’s training camp.
I had to be there at 10, and since I lived in Wash. DC, that was a 175 mile drive. I left laden down with Tri-X film, three Nikons and my Leica M3 with its great 21mm wide angle lens.
The roads were deserted, as nobody went out until after the stores opened, and I made good time.
One of his crew helped me carry my stuff into the gym, so I could start assembling my cameras and stripping film. I wore pants with cargo pockets and I needed them. I took 20 rolls of film, numbered them with a marker, and loaded up the first four rolls.
I metered the whole place, and noted the 120 fluorescent tubes on the ceiling. They were putting out enough light to shoot TV, so I shot at 1/250th. If I needed more DoF, I could drop to 1/125th at f8. I was shooting with the 21mm on the Leica, and the Nikons had a 24 f2.8, 35 1.4, an 85 f1.8 and a 105 f2.5 in a pocket. One Nikon had a motor drive.
I was getting my head around the idea of shooting a boxing match, having never done so and suddenly from across the gym came a shout.
“HOW TALL ARE YOU?” Ali was shouting.
“Taller than you!” I shot back.
“Donny! Put us back to back so we can see!”
“OK Boss!”
We stood back to back with our arms spread wide, but I could see I was several inches taller.
“Uhhh... Boss! He does have a few inches on you.” Donny said holding his fingers about three inches apart.
“What about his reach?” Ali said loudly. Ali’s reach was famously longer than any other boxer. He could put his glove on a guy's forehead to hold him off and hit him at will.
“Uhh... Boss? He’s got a few inches on you there too.”
Ali, like almost every man I've ever met, wanted to be the tallest man in the room. He was so crushed he challenged me to a jump-rope contest. Of course he won that hands down! He skipped rope every day for hours to strengthen his legs, and I never did.

Thanks for reading.

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Thanks for stopping by,
Jan (Yan) Faul
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Jan Faul

PS: I know there's a blue barn in the red section. Before I owned it, it was red. I do not own it now. My very wealthy ex- took it for revenge. Revenge for what? I have no idea.




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