Throughout his tumultuous 39 years, John F. Kennedy Jr. maintained a charmed relationship with the camera and, thereby, the country.

The moment a photojournalist releases the shutter a sacred threshold is crossed.

Answers to your tech questions.

During the 10 years I worked in the legal business, my heart was always in my photography.

I haven't lived in London for 27 years and yet people still ask me which are the best restaurants there.

Over the past couple of years, the trade publications have been filled with stories announcing the arrival of a new era in journalism -- one in which independent media thrive, news agendas are formed from the grass roots up, and everyone is a journalist.

Not since the civil rights movement of the 1960s, the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., and the violence in the wake of his killing, documented in powerful images by dedicated photojournalists like Flip Schulke and Charles Moore, has the world seen a series of photographs come out of America's Southern heartland as powerful as the ones that filled the front pages in the days and weeks following Hurricane Katrina.

I remember hearing a photographer actually use the words, "By publishing this photograph, will the sum of human knowledge be increased?" I started to chuckle until I looked at said photographer and saw that they were being serious.

This is probably a pretty good column for a month in which I find I have absolutely nothing to say.

Welcome to the November issue of The Digital Journalist, the monthly online magazine for visual journalism.

The television mini-series "Hooking Up" on ABC television may have passed you by. If so, consider yourself lucky.

One of the great heroes of history was John Wycliffe, the 14th century English philosopher and politician responsible for the first common English language translation of the Bible.

Dick Kraus' 'Through the Lens Dimly' stories have stirred these recollections of my first job, as an intern in 1969 for the now-defunct Baltimore News-American, an afternoon paper in the Hearst chain.

Quirky things happen to photojournalists. Here's a few of my experiences in Atlanta and Cincinnati.

Many years have elapsed since the incidents mentioned here took place and the subjects of these stories have matured and changed.

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