Winston Ross

This is one of my favorite photos. Center is a Coquille track coach accused of having sex with one of her underaged athletes. To her right is her clearly perturbed husband, lawyer on the other side.

These tykes agreed to ignore the camera and focus on their weird spongy paint toys for a story I did on a day-care center in Florence.

This accompanied a story I wrote about a beached whale buried at Heceta Head earlier this spring. There's also video.

The Coquille police chief, braving a blustery day on the coast to backup an officer in a very brief high-speed chase.

This was the photo for a story that ran a couple weeks ago in the RG on a couple of concrete ships, blasted with holes and sunk in Yaquina Bay to be used as docks. Dumb idea, it turns out.

This was one of my first published photographs, for a three-day series I did on tsunami preparedness in Japan. It was very hard to convince my subject to go outside, but once he put on his coat and boots, he was game.

I shot this picture a few minutes after a somewhat frantic call from the desk at the RG, which had realized we had nothing to represent Rhody Days in the next day's paper. Good thing there was a little light left.

This ran with the RG's version of a story I wrote on Gabriel Allred. One for Newsweek, one for the hometown rag. Whew!