Category Archives: 4. Personal

Photos I made because I wanted to.

My Time With The Buccaneers

Tampa Bay Buccaneers Cheerleader Kara during a throwback game at Raymond James Stadium in Tampa

In 2010 I spent a full year working for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers football team. It was a shock and an experience that I’ll never forget and this post contains my favorite photos that I created during my 12 month stint as a part of the National Football League and my reflection on the experience. It’s going to be lengthy.

Before I first stepped foot into One Buccaneer Place, Tampa, FL, I was as far from a sports fan as I think you could be. I could count the number of football games I’d watched on one hand – now I might need to use two. I didn’t know any of the players or coaches. I didn’t know many of the rules and I certainly didn’t know anything about the world of the NFL. When I left, I was lucky enough to call a couple of the players, cheerleaders and coaches personal friends and I parted on good terms. In the end, I’m glad I did it and it was one of the most defining, educational choices of my life.

When I was offered the job, I was unemployed and three months post-graduation with a degree in anthropology. I had forgotten that I even applied for the position and I began planning to move back to Tampa as soon as I accepted the offer. Little did I know what was in store. For the next 12 months, I was in the middle of press conferences, in locker rooms, on the sidelines, behind and in front of cameras, at bars with players and cheerleaders, in SUVs with the head coach and players, on military bases, in children’s hospitals, homeless shelters, churches and local schools. I was firmly amidst the chaos of the NFL. I saw behind the scenes and, in so many cases, created the scene behind the scene. I worked with a killer team to do jobs we were understaffed, unprepared and untrained for. We always came out victorious and, for the first time in several years, our team had a winning record for the season. Though it wasn’t enough to make it to the playoffs, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud as I stepped out of those giant wooden doors for the last time.

Now looking back, certain moments have affected me to my core. I never expected to be influenced like this from working for a football team. I mean… football? Really? It’s just a game, right? Just a game where rich guys wrestle with other rich guys and eventually someone wins to opportunity to temporarily be called “the champions”. Well, unless it’s your favorite team that wins. Then they’ll always be champions. But, my point is that I never expected to encounter what I did. I encountered the Make-A-Wish program. I received a personal Thank You card from a kid whose wish was to meet the team. He got to meet the team alright, he also got a grand tour and tickets for his whole family to see the game and be on the sidelines. His dad even traded in his old, non-Bucs gear for new Buccaneers attire. That Thank You card was addressed to me, Mr. Scharf, personally and when I got it, I cried. He thanked me for making his dream come true. A task I had, literally, no hand in other than to document it. It was at that single, defining moment that I realized how big what we were doing was. I realized the capacity of the human heart and what a little compassion and some charity could do in the heart of a child. Maybe I’m too sentimental or soft, but that Thank You card changed my life forever… and all within the wide world of sports. In addition to this, I saw all the community service the team did. I saw the smiles on the faces of kids whose parents couldn’t afford gifts when they received everything they wanted on the bill of players and, even, Bucs employees. I saw joy in the eyes of the downtrodden as their heroes visited them while they collected clothing, food and assistance from a homeless shelter. I saw a lot and I retained it all.

For me, the actual game of football was, probably, the most minute detail of the whole year. It was overshadowed by the constant community events we hosted and attended, all of which I shot. When we did have games, I saw them from a standpoint few get to. On my evenings after work when we’d go out for a drink, we’d see a player who would almost always approach us as a friend, as an equal. I have absolutely nothing bad to say about the Bucs or my short year spent with them. While I’m still not a football fan, I think it’s safe to say that I am a Tampa Bay Buccaneers fan. I’m proud to have this on my resume. Go Bucs!

Tampa Bay Buccaneers Cheerleaders at Raymond James Stadium in Tampa
Bucs Cheerleaders
Buccaneers John Gilmore #88 and Geno Hayes #54 pose with fans
Beastie Boys Mix Master Mike
Tampa Bay Bucs at MacDill Airforce Base
Tampa Bay Buccaneers Quincy Black and Geno Hayes at One Buc
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Buccaneers fans cheerleaders and players
Make a Wish kid breaks down practice

My Genesis

This blog post marks my Genesis, where Genesis is understood as a great beginning. It’s not the beginning for Kyle Scharf Photography or my beginning as a professional photographer. Far from it, in fact. This is my Genesis as a powerhouse in the wedding photography world. Anyone who has known me for any amount of time knows that I’m a web design fiend. I can barely keep one website design for more than a few months before I’m changing it… and here I am doing just that again. This one is permanent, though. This site design perfectly reflects my intentions with my wedding photography; it melds my personality (the blog and social media aspects) with my passion to make photos. Over the next few weeks I will be fleshing out the brand new www.KyleScharf.com as well as branding myself. I’ll be hitting up wedding planners, blogs and a few expos.

With me you get something a little different.

This isn’t my job. It’s not my career or my means to an end. No, it’s far more personal. My photography is my Genesis. It’s my beginning and on many days it’s my ending.

When you view this site, you are viewing the very composition of my being. My everything is spilled onto the following pages.

Where I’m At

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An ambulance pulls up to a bar as a utility box nearby reads “I don’t know you, but I love you”. Maybe it’s the irony of the situation, but I can’t argue with the truth in the sentiment. Worn down and re-appropriated, Ybor is a town that wears it’s history on it’s sleeve like a boyscout wears charity badges. I don’t know if I’ve ever visited such an eclectic town as Ybor, where you can walk down the street and see hand-rolled cigars, a goth bar and a communist bar within a couple blocks of each other… I know that this has to be common in other places, I guess I’m just not all that well-traveled.

Pensive Primates

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I change my desktop image regularly and one particular photo always seems to be a contender. It’s the photo you see above of the pensive gorilla laying in some grass. This photo touches me every time. It was part of a small series I did of some non-human primates for my biological anthropology course. The photos I took evolved into a continuing project that I called “Perceptions/Surroundings”. As I stood there among the other spectators watching to see what this beautiful creature would do next, I had a meta-moment. I realized that, as we watched the gorilla, she was watching back; as we studied her, she studied us.

“She looks so human!”

“Wow, look at her hands, they look just like ours!”

I wanted to tell them she is not nearly as different from us as they think. As I watched her place her finger to her chin in an ‘oh-so-thoughtful’ nature, I couldn’t help but imagine what must be going through her mind. Was she wondering why the pink gorillas outside were staring at her? Maybe she was curious as to why we only had hair on our heads or what that funny drapery we wore was for. On both sides of the glass that day were pensive primates, staring, studying… pondering…

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Pinholes

I got my first real start with artistic photography making my own cameras and hanging out in the darkroom. Most photographers who can trace their beginnings back to the darkroom will probably relay a similar nostalgia for the old ways of photography. I’m no exception to this rule. Back in the day I used to experiment with cameras, going back to the very basics, the very essence of the art: writing with light. All you need is a light-sensitive surface and some way to focus all this light flying about. So many days I spent trying to figure this out. I made cameras out of garbage, big and small. I made cameras out of garbage cans and mint cans. Like today, most of my shots were utter garbage, but sometimes… few and far between… you’d get a gem. Those gems are so beyond worth it that you’ll slave for hours just to achieve one. Why does new love always have to fade only to be reinvented later?

I built a pinhole camera out of my old Nikon D70. It wasn’t hard and the photos pretty much just look like out-of-focus shots, but don’t be fooled: they’re so much more. The thing about pinhole photography is that it requires you to “shoot from the hip”. Shooting from the hip means that you’re not using a viewfinder, you’re just pointing your camera and taking a shot. The only thing guiding this photograph is your heart. In some ways the resulting photos are rough and uneducated and in some ways they’re romantic and beautiful. I love it. Though my D70 pinhole doesn’t even begin to match any of my favorite traditional pinholes, it’s a fun throwback to an earlier time: a time before megapixels and memory cards… a time, though long ago, when my photography was simple and poignant.