American Gothic.

By the sound of this headline you might think I am referring to kids in America dressing up in gothic clothing. I am not. Actually, “American Gothic” is one of the most recognized paintings in the world; similar to the Mona Lisa, it has been morphed into hundreds, if not thousands, of renditions. In Chicago recently, it was made into a 24-foot statue that looked out over Michigan Avenue.

Well, it’s no longer there. If you are thinking it may have just walked off down the “Magnificent Mile” as it is known, I am sorry to say it’s not that interesting. Similar to the “Cows” that graced the streets of Chicago several years back, this work of art was only temporary. I had no idea as it was there for quite a while. It was really cool.

The statue has been photographed for the past year---it was on display and became a tourist site. When I was there several months ago there were lines of people who were waiting to take pictures of themselves, friends, whomever that stood by the enormous suitcase. Turns out this “movable landmark” was almost as popular as some of our other “non-movable” landmarks such as: Cloudgate (AKA “The Bean”), The Picasso Sculpture, and others around the city. But it is there no longer.

Turns out “God Bless America,” as it is titled, lasted for twice as long as anticipated due to its popularity by both visitors and residents of the city. Unlike the “cows” that were on display the summer of 1999, this statute was not stolen on the back of a truck or vandalized---however, the cows were sold to local businesses afterward ranging in price from $2,500 to $11,000. (You can still see some of the cows in office buildings where these companies are headquartered.)

The photo above was taken in September, 2009; the location was under construction, something planned before the display went up, but it didn’t affect people from posing. Chicago is a wonderful town for photography---I am waiting for a statue to be erected that focuses on cold, grey weather, it will be one of the most recognizable because that’s how it is in Chicago months of the year. We will miss “God Bless America” as it heads to Mesa, AZ. We wish it a safe journey.

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(Im)maturity.

There is a horrible rumor floating around. Someone, or some people, are saying that boys, guys, and men are immature. What?I just sit there and think, "You have got to be kidding me?" I am going to find those who are spreading these false truths and well, I am going sit on them and give them a wedgie, a noogie, and a loogie. That'll show them who is immature.

Just the other day I was talking to one of my best friends from high school who is a frequent reader of "Snap.Shot." He is one of a handful I believe who tunes in at least once or twice a week to read up on the latest and greatest of what's happening on this blog site. Well, the other day he made some suggestions as to what would be great topics for future blogs; he had some great suggestions, however if I wrote about what he suggested, I would be sued. Some of the topics involve people who "might" read this blog. Here are a couple of topics he wanted me to write about, without the actual specifics.

A very long time ago, he and i were dating the same person. We both knew it and we would maybe, just maybe, compare notes. It reached its pinnacle one day and we still talk about it today. Another topic he wanted to discuss occurred while we were driving to the JCCA along Fee Fee Road in St. Louis. One of us, not me, forgot to put underwear on and let's say something was playing peek-a-boo. We laughed so hard that we almost met a tree head on. But the best, and this will really reinforce our maturity, happened when we were in a bookstore at the mall. We both thought we were very funny, and this was well before Jerry Springer hit the airwaves. I announced at full volume, "That's just great _____, you went and got my Mom pregnant." The entire store turned around and we just walked out into the mall laughing so harder I thought I was going to get sick. Perhaps this is how Jerry Springer came into existence.

Oh we were mature. We liked to tee pee, throw eggs, and as a home owner one of my favorites, give lawn jobs. You might be asking what that is? It's when you drive on someone's lawn. As I look back on these times I realize how stupid and dumb they were, but I also know that for the last 35+ years we have talked about them with very fond memories. I guess since no one was hurt, and the grass grew back, that it beats being a gang member or harden criminal. I am sure my Dad, who doesn't read Snap.Shot, would be so proud knowing some of my antics.

As i look back on growing up with a group known as the "4 Musketeers," I know how much fun I had, and although these acts were juvenile and immature, I would not change what happened. About 3 years ago, three of us got together while we were at our high school reunion. We had a great time; I will not disclose whether or not we reverted back to our old ways, but I can say we didn't throw any eggs, tee pee any houses, and certainly our cars did not venture off the road on to someone's lawn. We did something we had never all done before---it was described to me as "going to the east side." It was an experience. It was great to be back together.

The photo above is of my nephew. He is a really nice kid and is a lot of fun to be around. Putting his goggles upside down was his idea, not mine. But when i saw them, I knew I had to take a picture. Growing up has its innocent times, and some not so innocent times; but as you do grow up (and we all do) you sometimes do things that mold you for the rest of your life. in my case, I was one of the best "egg throwers" in our group. I say that with pride until one day I am going to wake up and find I have been replaced by some 15-year old kid and it's my house that's been hit with a dozen eggs.

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Fish.

Today’s title is fairly simple, but there’s a reason. Fish, as we all know, come in many different shapes and sizes. If we decide to bring a fish into our home as one of our first “pets,” it more than likely will not be a large one such as a shark or whale. Because they tend to die fairly easily, the first introduction usually begins at a pet shop or comes from the carnival. In either case, the standard goldfish is the logical, and popular, choice.

Once we get over the enjoyment of just one fish, we usually add one more or better yet, purchase our first aquarium. My first was a 10-gallon, a fairly standard size. It’s also one that should it explode or have a rock end it’s life as a fish holder, doesn’t usually ruin an entire house. Don’t laugh, it’s happened.

Recently we have read in the press of a trainer at SeaWorld who lost her life when a Killer Whale pulled her into the water and she drowned. As sad as this is, and it is very sad, I suspect she left this world doing what she loved most…being with fish. In this case a very large fish. If you have seen Killer Whales at theme parks, you know they are very friendly when trained properly; but there must be a reason why they are called, “Killer Whales.” Their background must be violent or they would be known as “Nice” Whales or “Fun-to-be-around” Whales. Yes they are beautiful, but like any creature taken out of its natural environment, they sometimes just crack and become unpredictable. I am not sure what will happen, but I suspect we have seen the last of these shows for some time.

When I was raising fish as a kid these were very enjoyable times. I was never worried about whether or not I was going to be pulled into the tank, however I do remember the lights on top of the tank falling in to the water one time. Luckily we didn’t have fried fish for dinner as I quickly pulled the plug on the lights. I am sure most of my friends saw the “BIG L” on my forehead as raising fish is a little different than say, being a jock, musician, or artist. Nope, I raised fish in my bedroom.

One of my favorite fish I ever owned is featured in the photo above---no this was not the actual fish. It’s a species known as a Discus fish and they are found in warm water and are just beautiful. It’s of no surprise why they are called Discus fish, as they are large and in the shape of a disc. When I was recently in Atlanta, and moseyed over from the huge tank with sharks and rays, I found the fish of the Amazon exhibit; that’s where you will find these beauties. When I saw them in the tank, the memories poured forward of the hours and hours I spent watching the fish in the 3 aquariums in my room. Sure, it’s a bit different, and thankfully I have overcome this passion, but it’s all part of growing up. I will always enjoy watching fish, and am often mesmerized when I am at a large aquarium, but for now, I am sticking with photography. Fortunately, unlike goldfish, the only thing that dies in a camera is the battery.

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Bad Hair Day.

Let’s face it, most of us have bad hair days. Well, maybe not all of us---especially if you don’t have hair or it’s so closely cropped that it doesn’t move, then you have a reprieve. But for most of us, we have a pretty good idea how the next 12-18 hours are going to be right when we look in the mirror; if your hair is going in a thousand different directions, it will be on your mind the majority of the day.

As my hair has receded, it’s certainly not as long as it was when I was younger. But there is still enough there to bring about a clump here, and clump there, that add a new dimension to my doo. I would love to say I don’t care, and usually patting it down does the trick, but sometimes it does require water on the brush or even another shower. For guys that’s pretty much all it takes.

Then there are the women in my household. Bad hair days are common. They either don’t like their part, want their hair braided, or better yet, they dye it; for a hair product manufacturer, we are a gold mine. Our youngest is the easiest because she just lets her hair do whatever it wants. It sometimes looks that way even though it has been brushed and even has a bow. Then there is our second youngest; she is very much into having her hair braided, pulled one way or the other, in pig tails, or just whatever feels right that day. But when it is not feeling right, she lets you know about it.

Our other two girls have discovered hair spray and expensive shampoo; I have tried to tell them the ingredients in shampoo are pretty much the same as all other shampoos, but that falls on deaf ears. It’s the dye and coloring that I don’t understand; it all started with my oldest daughter and has continued down the line. It’s not a big deal, but as I have said to all of them---“sorry, but your natural color looks best on you.” Once again, that falls on deaf ears.

What I do not understand, and there is a reason for that (I am conservative at times) is why people dye their hair all these outrageous colors. Recently we took pictures at an event and the boy had bright green hair. I asked, “Is that your natural color hair?” He looked at me and I knew what he was thinking. You do too.

The photo above was taken at the Ringling Brother’s Circus a year or so ago. The performer, and this is his real hair, must use at least a can of hair spray every performance. He has a minimum of 2 per day so getting his business can mean the difference in a profitable and non-profitable year. I am not sure what would happen if he poked you in the eye, as he does come into the stands, but based upon how the hair stands straight up, I suspect it would be very painful. Maybe if it happened he would buy you some cotton candy that could sometimes double for a hairstyle.

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Landing lights in Chicago.

If you have been to Chicago, and flown in during the night, you know when it’s clear you can see for miles and miles. The lights are in patterns, and it is one gigantic grid. I have always loved flying in at night because it reminds me how large of a city I live in. I have however, never taken a picture inside an airplane.

I happen to love shooting pictures at night a lot more than during the day. Sure there are lighting differences---try shooting in the dark without a flash and you find out how challenging it can be---but when it all connects, the colors and outlines of what you are shooting come together in a somewhat magical way. Especially when taking pictures of buildings.

Probably the toughest time shooting pictures out-of-doors is when it’s really cold outside. Even the camera is telling you in one way or another that it is in no mood to be outside; no matter how important that picture is to you. There have been times when the camera has won---it would not work in the cold. Although rare, they are after all complex mechanisms and are affected by weather extremes. So is the human body and it’s one reason you don’t see a lot of winter night shots in “Snap. Shot.”

I have never been to a really frigid area like Antarctica or the North Pole (nor do I plan on going any time soon) but if I were to go, I am sure I would probably have all of the proper equipment with me. If you have seen some of the polar bear photos by Thomas Mangelsen, you know it would be a worthwhile trip. Who is Thomas Mangelsen? He is a photographer who actually has retail stores in malls featuring some of the greatest scenery shots I have ever seen. Oh and by the way, he makes $11million a year following his dream; I am falling a little short of that amount, but there is hope should I go to the zoo or something and take a great picture.

The photo above was taken north of Chicago along Lake Shore Drive. My family had tickets to a play well north of the city and “unfortunately” they were one ticket short and I had to find other plans after I dropped them off. Although saddened, I said, “I will be fine, you enjoy the show.” For the next 2 and 1/2 hours I went and took pictures at 3 different locations; one was around the area where the theater was located, one along Lake Shore Drive, and the last stop at Navy Pier in downtown Chicago---all 3 of the locations had incredible lights.That’s one of the funny things about taking pictures, just when you see the lights of the big city you just have to take pictures of them!

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The Piano Man.

I remember when I heard my first song by Billy Joel. The song was “Piano Man.” That was a long time ago but I know where I was, and whom I was with. I remember asking my friend as we drove along, “Who is this singing?” My friend Scott was always way ahead of his time musically and said, “That’s a guy named Billy Joel. He also sings a song that uses the word…” however, I can’t mention it in “Snap. Shot.” We always sang the song “Captain Jack” extra loud when we were driving along Olive Street Road in St. Louis. Those really were the good old days.

I have never played the piano but I do wish I had learned when I was young. There is something about being able to play an instrument on the spot that not only brings people together, but also makes you the life of the party. Mix my inability to play the piano, along with my singing voice, and you have “a room clearing” situation on your hands.

Throughout the years I have been in bars where they will have a piano player. Often unappreciated, they usually are pretty good. They play fun, uplifting songs, the old standbys you would expect in a bar, and then sometimes you get an individual who just blows you away. If you do find these performers, you often times wonder why they are playing at a bar? I suspect a lot has to do with the lack of the big break or they just like to play locally. Who knows?

Recently I was in Atlanta and saw a guy playing a piano at a restaurant at the airport. He was talking to someone and I thought, this would make a really interesting photo. There was a cool reflection off the piano top. You could also tell he would always be looking for the break he never got. Risking missing my flight, I decided to stop and talk to him. Turned out he too was photographer, and I asked if I could take his picture; his story was more of the usual but he had an interesting twist. He played piano all around the country. He didn’t make a lot of money, but he would travel all over, line up work in a bar, and play. He seemed to really love meeting people and loved playing the piano. He was really good.

The photo above was taken at the airport restaurant; with a smile on his face, and a gift for talking that even had me speechless, we spent 10 or 15 minutes discussing photography, music, and his travels playing in bars. I made my flight, but it was close. As far as I was concerned, I knew there was another flight; but with a chance meeting of the “Piano Man,” this was a moment not to miss.

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Team U.S.A.

Okay, I have a confession to make. I didn’t watch the hockey game yesterday when Team U.S.A. beat Team Canada; I also didn’t watch the game in 1980 when Team U.S.A. beat Russia. In both cases, based upon the highlights, I felt like I not only watched it but can talk like I was there. So what could I possibly have been doing when such a critical moment in U.S. history was occurring? My wife and daughter were watching “Desperate Housewives” and I didn’t even know the game was on. Boy that’s a weak excuse.

I have spoken with a number of people who are just in love with the Olympics; for someone who loves to take pictures, I would love to be in Vancouver, for someone appreciates the sports, I should be at home. I am just not into skiing, speed skating or ice dancing. I do like the Summer Olympics, and I am still disappointed Chicago will not be hosting the games, but as far as watching the Winter Olympics, it continues to reinforce it is cold outside. I do not like cold weather.

For someone who is very patriotic, remember I am the guy who sings the “National Anthem” at sporting events, and have been told to please not sing, how could I not be into the Olympics? I have my head down in disbelief. I am very happy Team U.S.A. continues to rack up medals---I am wondering whether we have gotten that much better or the other teams decided not to show up. There were Winter Olympics where I seem to remember we were way behind in the medal count. Not this time.

One area where I believe the Olympics have been tarnished is allowing professional athletes compete. When they stop the NHL every 4 years for the games, I have to think, “wasn’t the Olympics a showcase for those who are not professional athletes?” Funny how competition and global pride brings about change.

The photo above was taken a few years ago in Columbus, Ohio. The Columbus Blue Jackets were playing the Colorado Rockies. When it comes to professional sports, I love to go. For me the talent on the ice, field and grass is mesmerizing---they are the best in their respective sports, and for some reason I just love to shoot their pictures. Perhaps it’s because you read about them day in and day out that you want to capture them in action; what I need to remember is many of the athletes who play on Olympic teams are the same players I am photographing at professional games. For some reason I don’t think about that.

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Oblivious.

One of the coolest things about kids is their innocence. Until they have encountered something really scary or dangerous, often times they have no idea if it is bad, good, or just something that is in their way. It really becomes a problem when they wander off, talk to strangers, or the worse yet, come in contact with a different environment they are not used to. When I hear of kids drowning because they fell into a swimming pool, turned over when left unattended in a bath tub, or the rolling over in their sleep and suffocating, there is nothing you can say that will make it better.

Fortunately the opening paragraph is the downer side of "Snap.Shot." today---this is all about how kids really enjoy visiting an aquarium like I did last week.

At the Georgia Aquarium, I spent a lot of time in front of the world's largest aquarium; there is no denying that. But I also made sure I had silhouettes of people near or next to the glass to provide a much better picture. As I described last week, using people in this situation not only allows a true understanding of the size of these fish, but it also provides a look from one world to another. There is life inside the 7-million gallon aquarium, and life outside looking in amazement. It really is amazing.

While I was watching the fish swim by, it turned out it was feeding time. You can not believe what fish will do for food. They swim like it is their last meal, and as you might guess there is a pecking order as to who gets the most. There must be a reason why the smaller fish are small, and the Whale Sharks are big. What was really fun to watch was how the Manta Rays circled and did loops in front of people who were right in front of the glass. Although their eyes are strangely placed, you would think they knew they were being watched---and vice versa. These rays are gigantic. The speaker said they can grow to 9 feet wide. I don't know what you think is large, but this would be pretty darn big to encounter if you were alone in murky waters. I think the worst that would likely happen to you, since they don't sting people, is a nasty bump or bruise. They don't attack or eat people.

The photo above was one I was really glad I took. There were two little boys who were up against the glass. I can't imagine they were more than 2 years old, and they had thick curly hair. What was great about them being up near the glass was their silhouette; when the fish swam by they had no idea of the gigantic ray that was a few feet from where they were crawling. These are the times when being young and innocent are great---funny how when you get older you sit back from the glass no matter how thick it is.

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At the hop.

There are several photos I would like to take before i go to the big camera store in the sky. One would be on the field, court or ice during the "Finals" of any professional sport. Another would be at the "Painted Desert" or any natural park or landmark noted for it beauty. The last would be directly behind the band or rock star while they are on stage. I am not sure if I will be able to fulfill these dreams, some are more attainable than others, but I am going to try.

In photography a lot of the success comes down to placement. In other words, if you can see your subject, you are one giant step ahead; if you can't see them, you need to find a creative angle that makes it visually interesting. These are some of the challenges of taking pictures you are proud of---and better yet, ones you would want to hang on your wall.

In July, 1985, a historic event took place; it was called "Live Aid." For many of us it is a memory that we lived through, for some of us it was one our parents lived through---as these readers of "Snap.Shot." had yet to enter this world. The majority of us remember "Live Aid." It was kind of interesting that it took so many years for a video to be released of the day, especially since it was a fund raiser to help the people of Africa. There were two memories of July 13, 1985 that I have not forgotten. One was how Phil Collins played at Wembley Stadium and JFK Stadium in NYC---he took the Concorde over from Europe to play in the U.S. For the time, this was an amazing feat. Then there was the performance by the rock band, "Queen." Although popular in their day, they had kind of faded over time.

It was their lead singer Freddie Mercury who created the second visual I will likely never forget; from behind, the cameras panned the crowd. A virtual sea of people who were all swaying back and forth. From a viewers point of view it provided the "thrill" a lead singer must feel when they are performing and the crowd is fully engaged. Singing, swaying and mesmerized the site was incredible. When I received the 2 DVD set for the holidays a few years back, it was the performance I knew I had to see first. It did not let me down---it was as amazing as the day I saw it.

I have been fortunate to shoot pictures in a number of different locations---in pro sports I have been near the floor at several basketball games, right behind the goal in hockey, and close enough to talk with the players at a baseball game. I didn't talk with them though because they pretty much ignore you and I really had no desire to talk to them. I did shoot their pictures however.

The photo above is a start for me; recently at a sock hop, how much more of a starting point is that??, I wanted to capture the crowd from the vantage point of the DJ. Sure it is grade school and yes they are pictures that I would likely only appreciate, but the reason I took them was I needed the practice for the day it happens. I have spoken to people about going back stage and shooting pictures when the performer was on stage, but it has yet to happen. When it does, you can be sure you will be reading about it in "Snap. Shot.'

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Guts.

I have met a lot of people who think they have guts. Sure at times we all think that way, but what if you had to live your life with a challenging disability or disease? Would you become a wallflower? Spokesperson for a cause? Or go do your thing? It’s a situation many of us would not want to think about or consider, but sometimes life deals you a hand you just have to address straight on.

When my Mom learned she had cancer nearly a year ago, she was terrified; we all were. We held out hope, but based upon the doctors, and their opinions at the time, it was likely to be “lost hope.” If you have been a regular reader of “Snap. Shot.” then you by now the doctors were right; however, we were able to enjoy her remaining 7 months as a family. Now we have her in our daily thoughts. She died with dignity and grace---it took a lot of guts.

There are many stories similar to what we went through---many of them don’t turn out to be as black and white as what happened with our family. Families have years and years of suffering, confusion and wonderment as to why this happened---placing incredible stress on many lives. A simple way of putting it might be, “that sucks.” But when life does “suck,” I like to see if there is something that can be “sucked out” of a bad situation. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.

This level of reality is not confined to disease and illness, it can be a test you blew in school, loss of a job, or worse yet, “Why did the 1968 St. Louis Cardinals blow the World Series when they were up 3 games to 1?” If anyone can provide true meaning, please let me know! Okay, the Cardinals have won the World Series since this major “choke,” but it still was painful. Oh never mind, the Cubs haven’t won in 102 years, so who am I to complain?

As a commuter, I see people who have disabilities who ride the train; I always say to myself, “My life is great, and what guts these people have to put their disability aside and adjust to this new and more difficult life.” Maybe they don’t see it this way, maybe they see it as the cards life has dealt them, I really don’t know. But I do have tremendous respect for them whether they want, or feel, it’s deserved.

The photo above is one that might surprise a lot of people. The person playing the guitar is my wife’s ex-husband and the father of two of my daughters. (They are technically my “step daughters,” but I don’t like the word “step” and they live under the roof I live under, so that means they are my daughters too.)

Bill, like Michael J Fox, has what they call, Juvenile Parkinson’s Disease. Most people believe this G-d awful disease only strikes the aged, but you can be sure, that is a misconception. Mostly in part to Michael J Fox, more people have become aware of the symptoms and way of life individuals live with Parkinson’s. Bill is one heck of a musician and has transferred this gene to his daughters. (One of my other daughters is a very good singer, but I don’t think Bill contributed to her genetic make up since I am her Dad.)

A few weeks ago, Bill was hired to play at a local restaurant; for someone who has real challenges doing many things we take for granted, he does not let his disease get in the way of his music. Bill and I have not always seen eye-to-eye, but there is one thing I have always admired about him; his creativity, his passion for life, and his ability to really entertain people. I appreciate you spending a few minutes meeting Bill.

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Travel.

Over the years the ability to travel anywhere in the U.S. and the world has opened up substantially; whether it’s the current environment in competing for passengers, the recession, or the built up capacity of seats available by a number of airlines, there is little doubt if you want to go somewhere, you can.

In Chicago, it now appears that our 3rd airport---they have been talking about building one for years---might actually be located to the north in Milwaukee, WI. Certainly saves tax dollars, and if you live in the northern suburbs of Chicago, it’s probably closer and no doubt less congested than our other airports.

I remember when I was growing up, the thought of getting on an airplane was almost on the same “excitement” level as my birthday. I would think about it for weeks; okay, maybe birthdays were a much bigger deal back then, but today, if flying were still just as exciting, I would say it’s a virtual tie. I think getting older must be playing a greater role in my thinking---but my thoughts about flying have changed for sure. Back then we dressed up to get on the plane, they served meals we looked forward to, and people smoked on the planes. (I always made sure I sat as far forward as possible, but sometimes I would be placed near the “smoking” area.)

The other day when I flew, the airline offered internet service on board; part of me was interested, but since the flight was only an hour and half, and I had just sent out all my necessary e-mails prior to getting on board, I passed. I think most other people did as well; I worked on this wireless account while at a previous job, it’s called “GoGo.” I would have thought more passengers would be using the service, maybe it was a bad day. Who knows?

Okay, enough with the fun parts of flying.

This time of the year, the words “delay and cancelled” are more frequently seen on the departure and arrival boards than “on time.” When in NYC recently, the weather changed all travel plans; I can handle weather delays, and learned a valuable lesson about the major airlines in a market, in comparison with the “newbies” or smaller regional airlines. Southwest, which is a dominant airline in several markets, has a very small presence in New York. Still one of my favorite airlines, without strength in the market, they get pushed back in “pecking order.” Those two days, they were pushed way back—in fact, they stopped flying those two days.

The photo above pretty much says it all. When you have as much snow as New York did that day, the board is going to read “Cancelled.” Luckily I had a room and my computer and camera with me---probably the worst inconvenience was the lack of food the hotel had. They served breakfast and dinner. I guess we were not expected to be hungry for lunch. I like to think back on the days when I loved to fly---unfortunately like many people who travel for a living, those were the good old days.

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Aspirations.

In life we often look upward to determine what we want to do, often time without taking a look around to see if there are better options available to us. Sure that’s an easy statement to make, however many of us do focus on climbing the rungs of the corporate ladder, becoming that remarkable athlete, or better yet the next phenomena on Broadway---all the while knowing these dreams may not be attainable.

But what about those who want to be our “public servants?”

What? Yes that’s another name for politicians; to me they are anything but servants to the people, more like vice versa, but who am I to take odds with this moniker?

As the political season heats up, millions and millions of dollars will be spent in convincing local, regional and the national populace of who to vote for in the upcoming November elections. Oh, and for those who are not counting the days, the Presidential election is about 2 years and 9 months from now. That should be entertaining.

In Illinois, the race for governor should be right up there with Wrestlemania; the mudslinging and bad mouthing of one candidate to another should be one of the most vicious and dirtiest elections since, well…the last election. Seems like Illinois elections are notorious for being really mean spirited. So why would anyone want to run for office? They want to be our servants of course.

Have you ever had contact with an elected official? I would not say they are servants since they pretty much control the happenings of what we do in life---from laws, to tax reforms, to many other initiatives. In other words, I think we are the servants. But then again, I have no desire to ever run for public office so I really will never know what it’s like to have to shake hands for votes, kiss babies and walk in parades down Main Street during the 4th of July, Columbus Day and/or other holidays throughout the year.

The photo above was taken at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington DC; the exhibit features the commissioned paintings of every U.S. President---from Washington to “W.” Not sure if they have President Obama’s portrait up as of yet, but it will be there. If it’s anything like Former President Clinton’s portrait you will likely ask for your money back---it’s that bad. However, there are some really wonderful portraits in the hall. Hey, if anything, one of the best reasons for running for the “highest office in the land” is you get to have your picture painted.

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Hey Mom, the school bus is here.

A while back, I wrote about my fear of the murky deep---and specifically sharks. Well I'm going to revisit why I am afraid of sharks and let’s see if I can bring a few of you into my camp. There is a surprise at the end, so it’s probably worth reading.

Today I had time in between meetings and was fortunate to have my camera along with me. Near what I thought was my afternoon call, I was about 1/2 mile off, was the world’s largest aquarium. For my brother, eat your heart out---they have 7 million gallons of water. (A pittance to your measly 400 or so gallon aquarium you have in your home.) To say the Georgia Aquarium is amazing is not giving this “living ocean” it’s credit. It is flat out breathtaking to experience. The largest aquarium is about 25 feet high, 50 feet wide and 2 feet thick. As it was explained, “the acrylic is so thick that it literally can not be penetrated.” I was hoping, as I sat there, no plans were being made to put this statement to the test.

In the tank are small fish, say 2 feet long and larger ones---about 14 feet long; these are the whale sharks. I think you can guess which are which. One thing they didn’t discuss on the tour that stopped in front of the tank was how you transport a fish that large from point A to point B. Oh while you’re at it, they have 4 of these monsters in the tank. I can only imagine when the postal service gets a call about transporting a fish the size of a bus they probably take a pass. I mean if they lose letters and packages, what would happen if they misplaced a shark that ways a ton or so ? I am reasonably sure the aquarium used a different service.

Here’s a trivia question for you. How was the Hope Diamond delivered to the Smithsonian Institution? Yep, the trusty U.S. Mail. Can you imagine if the postal worker knew what he was carrying how nervous he would be? By the way, it was insured, but no one was told what was inside his satchel that day.

So back to the aquarium. In addition to this monstrous tank there was an exhibit on fresh water fish; this is more my speed. One of the tanks held about 75 Discus fish; in a previous “Snap. Shot,” I wrote about how I had purchased a Discus fish in Florida and carried it on the plane with me back home. The good news is, I am now into photography and not raising fish, so I took photos of these absolutely beautiful fish.

The photo above is of one of the Whale Sharks in the tank. I had no idea which one it is, although they all have names (there was no name tag on it) but I can tell you, it is one big ol’fish. Although not full grown by any means, the expected length is around 40 feet or the size of a yellow school bus---the full size buses, not the smaller ones. So, what’s the surprise ? If you were to meet up with one of these guys in the ocean you would probably die; not from being eaten but from the shock of thinking you are going to be eaten. But, even though they have mouths 4 feet wide, if you were to be swallowed, their throats are the size of a quarter. Yes, the one with George Washington on it. Probably the worst thing that would happen is you might lose a finger; but then again based upon the shock of meeting up with a 40-foot monster of the deep, I am sure you would be more than happy to live!

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Ready. Set. Stop.

A number of years ago, the group The Eagles sang a song entitled, “Life in the Fast Lane.” It was all about the crazy life people lead as they work to get as much greed and “self perceived glory” that could possibly fit in a 24-hour period of time. It is a really good song as The Eagles are one of my favorite groups.

Last week I was in New York City and this week I am in Atlanta; certainly both of these cities are large metropolis areas, but the speed of life is not comparable. Mind you one is not better than the other, but when you live on an island and commute to this crazy place they call New York, it’s going to be different than a southern city where commuting is at best 40 minutes from home (without traffic of course.)

One thing I have noticed over the past few years is the speed up of everything we do. We live in a time where “right now” is sometimes too late; where knowing where everyone is at is not the same as it was a couple of years ago. I remember when cell phones were the only game in the new tech world, and if you didn’t answer there was probably a call in the near future. Now with texting, and other methods of instant communication, there is no escaping any part of life.

That’s where I think we need to make changes. We need to slow down as I really find it hard to believe we were programmed to perform at the pace we lead. Will we eventually get to the point where we no longer are able to do anything but what technology tells us to do? I know this sounds crazy but think about how far we have come in the past 10 years. Remember Y2K? That was when computers began taking us as hostages…and what would have happened if the entire “electronic infrastructure” had imploded?

We probably would have appreciated the break.

The photo above was taken outside Grand Central Terminal in NYC; what I love about the photo is the activity caught by the camera. It’s easy to shoot photos like this. All you have to do is slow down the shutter speed and hold the camera steady. It’s kind of like days gone by when you knew how to sit back, relax and enjoy the scenery---today the scenery like this photo, is in a blur.

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Sharing.

A number of years ago, there was a book that was published titled, "All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten." The book was very well received and often quoted in the press; it dealt with the real life learning we encounter when we step foot in our first "big school" classroom. What Robert Fulghum wrote was really very true...yes there are many things we learn outside of the kindergarten classroom that help us through life, but the basics are developed with that first "exposure" to life outside the home.

So does it stick?

For most we hope it does, for many unfortunately we see cracks in the foundation. It might be the bully who is on the playground in 4th grade, the adult who treats a child like he is an adult by making abusive comments, or the associate who can only wield a sharp knife while continuing to stab those around them in the back; there are others, but if we really applied what we learned when we were molding ourselves for the future, maybe life would be a little bit easier for all. Who knows? I do. I know for a fact if you are nice to people, the worst they will say about you is he is a nice person. I can think of a lot worse things to hear about oneself. They might say you are incompetent, lacking knowledge, or a number of different comments---but saying some one is nice can take you in a million different directions. By the way, once you find your path in life, the incompetency, knowledge deficiency and other comments tend to fade away. But, being told you are "liked" is something that can follow you for life.

As we get older, we begin to give back in different ways. Sure when we were young we would tell our parents "we loved them" and special comments that got us that special "feeling deep inside of ourselves;" as we mature, yes even I did, we give out more of what's inside of us because it makes us feel good. To think, we learned all of this through experiences when we were young and exposed to the good things life has to offer---this is before we learned all about predjiduce, hatred and other things we probably learned after we left kindergarten.

The photo above was taken recently during a photo shoot; what I really like most about it is how these 2 very young children understand the importance of sharing. Sure they may have pulled the stuffed animal back after handing it to the other person, but it was the first action that said it all. It was, "here let me share this with you." I really hope during the challenges American families are facing and have faced that there is a lot more "reaching out" and sharing from one person the next. It really is not painful, it actually makes you feel very good. It's been a long time since I was in kindergarten, hopefully back then they knew what was necessary to make it in the future after those children walked out the door and into first grade---if anything, I hope people feel I am a nice person.

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Location, location, location.

Sometimes being as close as possible seems like the best route to take when photographing a subject, however being away from the action does make for an interesting photograph at times. It really all depends if there is a story closer to or further back from the subject; this is when the adage, “a picture is worth a thousand words” takes form.

For example, imagine if the “Twin towers” on September 11, 2001 had been photographed from the building right next door. Sure you would have a very close up photograph, but you would have missed visual impact of that very horrific day when the smoke was billowing from the buildings against the blue skies.

However, being closer to the buildings, at least a couple of blocks away, did provide some of the emotional reminders of the fear and pain of that day; these photos, with soot and debris spewed all over everything within a radius of many blocks, showed up in media all around the world. They are some of my favorite photos ever shot, and fortunately for the photographer and the world, they were captured.

But there are times when being further away from the subject lends itself to the picture that creates a double take. I have been fortunate to take pictures where in the background a better story is taking place. When at Lake Tahoe taking a photograph of my family, there was a man in the water searching for precious metals. He looked very out of place, but with out his being there, the picture would be a "deleeter” instead of a “keeper.”

The photo above was taken at the Chicago Bulls game a few weeks ago. I would not be telling the truth if I said I am really glad I was sitting in the stands and not feet away from Benny the Bull, but I also know the opportunity to see a dark form that close added to the photo. I actually like this photo more from where I was sitting. But as a note to any professional sports medium, if you would like me to be very close to the net, base, or goal post, all it takes is a call and I am more than willing to forget about sitting in the stands.

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The Empire State.

Most people who travel to New York refer to the city as the “Big Apple,” and rightly so. The town is always on and offers sites and sounds you only hear or see sporadically in other cities around the country and the world. While I was there this past week something really surprised me; people were much nicer and friendlier than I recalled. It has not been that long since my last visit, but the transformation was very noticeable. I saw people helping one another by holding a door open, lending a hand when someone needed it, and the most surprising were the friendliness of the police officers who spoke to me. I was standing at a crosswalk and an officer asked, “How I was doing?” and told me to “have a good time in Manhattan.”

This is New York; you would have thought it was Des Moines.

There are some things that will never change about New York; it could be the $12.00 drinks at the bar, the traffic in the city, or the hustle and bustle of masses of people on the move---but that’s what happens when you have a lot of people, on an island, and they all want to go somewhere and/or get something to eat. However, when you mix in friendliness, that has seemed to take over the city, you have to stop and wonder, “Is this real?” This past week it was...and while I was there we had more than a foot of snow, which surely should have made people unruly. However, people remained calm and didn’t splash you when they passed you in a car or tell you to hurry when you were trying to maneuver through a crosswalk. (Where I was staying, out by LaGuardia, I went to the same grocery store twice---the hot food they served was nothing short of delicious and very reasonably priced. I was a displaced happy camper.)

Before I went on this trip I really was not looking forward to spending time in the city, because of past trips, I thought it would be the usual pain. Now I am actually looking forward to my next trip; I am not sure if I will have the same experience as I did this time, but I do believe it could happen again. Hopefully without the snow.

While I was at Grand Central Terminal (thank you Dennis for pointing out the correct name) I had about 30 minutes to spend taking pictures before meeting up with a friend. Sure there was a lot of action while I was there---the commuter’s were commuting and you do not want to get in their way--- however one thing I did notice was a lot of security while at the station. Not your average police officers with a gun, we are talking some serious artillery.

The photo above is a mix of the friendliness of the police officers and the security in the station; I was really trying to stay back and take pictures of the officers, but then I saw two young Asian women ask if they could take a picture with them? Not only was the answer “yes,” but the two women flashed “peace” signs and got between two of the officers. Who took the photos? Well of course another officer, who else? I was in shock…and when I went up and asked, “If I could take a photo?” the officer said, “Don’t you think you have taken enough?” Apparently not, because I stepped back and took some more; not many because I didn’t want to find out when the friendliness ended and the jail time begins.


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The Count.

As kids, I think it’s perfectly normal to count down the number of days until the next big event. Whether it’s a birthday, holiday or a relative coming to visit, the countdown usually starts about 3 weeks out and continues until that magic day. It really is funny to hear them ask, “So how many more days until my birthday, Christmas or until Aunt JoAnn is here?” This year the birthday question came 2 days after it had happened. I didn’t have the heart to tell her, “well depending on if it is a leap year or not, either 363 or 364 more days.” I said, “It’s a long way away but it will be here very soon.” Love the evasive answers!

When I was younger, much younger, I remember a character on Sesame Street known as “The Count.” He was a vampire and he would count a number of different things---he was for sure the best counter on TV. I would watch Sesame Street with my son, he was probably 3, and we would count together; it was one of those moments when you knew the real rewards of being a Dad. On a side note, we also watched Game 7 of the1968 World Series together (it was on a sports channel) and it was very difficult for me to watch my beloved St. Louis Cardinals gag and choke away the series after being up 3-1. I remember the question he asked, “What’s wrong Dad?” I was speechless as I could not tell him this game destroyed a part of my childhood. Yes it hurt that bad.

So back to counting.

Today as my daughters continue to master math and reach heights I never would have been able to make---such as Calculus, Statistics and other higher-level math classes---I know my strengths have not gotten too far off what I learned on Sesame Street. Yes I can do the basics of course, but when it gets into theory and other personal non-essentials in math, a glazed look comes over my eyes.

As I await a plane here in New York City, I have counted the 2 days I have been waiting to leave; I also have counted the 15 plus inches of snow we received since Tuesday night. Luckily I planned ahead and booked a room near the airport…for that I feel I am a genius. (Not really, but it reads well on Snap. Shot.)

The photo above is all about patience and defining what a child, and adult, must go through when they are waiting for their next big event. This photo is of my daughter waiting outside one of the houses for candy. What she doesn’t know is there was no one home. It’s been a while since I was 5, but knowing that good things are ahead, is well worth the countdown.

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The aging of America.

Often when I see a car that has rust, dents, and multi-colored doors, I often think, “that was once new.” Now it looks nothing like it did when it rolled off the assembly line. I know readers might be saying, “Duh” but what about the times you see a car that is over 25 years old and it looks like it’s brand new?

Which brings me to the real focus of today’s blog…how people change.

If you are on Facebook, perhaps you have reconnected with friends from long ago. It’s when you see their picture, and I know I have discussed this before, that they either have not aged at all, or well---they have changed quite a bit. More like a lot! It happened recently when I received the infamous request from a long lost friend. I looked at the picture, he was a fraternity brother of mine, and I had to vertically place two fingers along the side of his face to determine if it was him. It was. Whoa.

It’s not that he looks bad, it’s probably the 75 pounds he has gained in the past 30 years that made him difficult to recognize. This has happened numerous times with a lot of people I have again re-connected with---not always weight gains, but sometimes they look nothing like they once did. To me this is the complete opposite of what has been a fabrication on the internet--it’s when people place pictures and use names that are not real. However, with Facebook and other social media sites, they often times are the real thing. I think this is much better as it is an honest portrayal of who you really are.

I am not sure what our parents and our parent’s parents did when they didn’t have the technology we have today. In many respects I would think it was a better less worried life---of course this was a time when plastic surgery was not the norm, and Weight Watchers was really the only game in town. It was a simpler less superficial time. Why has it all happened? I think a lot has to do with the aging of Americans and the desire to take advantage of what celebrities have been able to do for many decades. Look young, healthy, and defy all odds of aging---combine this with technology, and you have Facebook, AOL, MySpace and all other social media.

The photo above was taken in Idaho at a car show; it was not a show highlighting new cars but one that showcased older models. (In many cases they look like they just drove off the new car lot.) It just goes to show, you can still look really good if you take care of what you have been given on the assembly line, from your parents, or in many cases your plastic surgeon.

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Clouds.

I really like clouds. A lot. I like to look at them as they float by and try to determine if they are mean clouds, fun clouds, or the kind of clouds that are going to make my life not as happy for a day or two.

Today the clouds have decided to take the last option as a snowstorm is hitting Chicago. I am in New York and even though it is well above freezing, I know these clouds are moving our way---and they are not done wreaking havoc on my ability to get home.

This evening I went in to New York City and took pictures---if you have been to Grand Central Terminal you know it I has an energy that is different from other commuter train stations; it is alive. In addition, when you take a picture there, you get the “ghost look” where it appears there are only legs on the body walking by. It’s all about the camera and the speed of the lens, but it really is a fun shot. What would I like to shoot more? I want to photograph snow-covered streets with blizzard like conditions. If I was not by the airport I would be there. I am going to see if I can get there tomorrow, but I would think it’s too far of a trip. You will know---it will be the subject of Snap. Shot. for sure.

I am really hoping the clouds that are moving up from the south and in from the west decide to spare New York; I suspect this is not going to happen this time. Last weekend a storm came up 30 miles short. Instead of 2 feet of snow, they got rain.

The photo above was taken in the heartland---where when the snow comes, it comes hard and fast. What I like about weather are the clouds; sometimes they are fun, sometimes they mean business, but you can be sure they are always doing something that are memorable; I suspect tomorrow will be a memorable day in New York City.

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Meet the other MVP of the Super Bowl.

If you are a football fan or watched yesterday’s Super Bowl, you probably know Drew Brees was named the MVP. What most people are not aware of is the other individual who should be given MVP status; that person would be Greg Pearson.

Who?

Exactly. But you may know his work---his photo captured the moment that really counts; it’s the one when Drew Brees held his son, Baylen, and kissed him. With tears in his eyes, he pointed at things going on in the stadium to his son-- he let his son know how much he loved him for the entire world to see. So to Greg Pearson, we present the MVP---or Most Valuable Photographer!

If you think this is kind of dumb consider this….

There were probably more professional photographers at the Super Bowl than members on both teams, combined---and although the stats are not available, based upon the number of photographers racing on the field after the game, they might have taken up an entire section at the game had they been sitting in their seats.

But how hard can it really be to shoot pictures when you are that close to the players? Well, consider how many times they were bumped when trying to take the photo that made the Yahoo home page or today’s paper; then multiply that by the number of people who cut in front of them after the game was over while taking pictures---and don’t forget the pieces of confetti that floated down in front of their lens. You can get a pretty good idea that this is not an easy situation for anyone to shoot the “once in a lifetime photograph.” What’s really amazing is when you are trying to focus on the number one player, and catch him when he is doing something out extraordinary, he turns the right way and you get the shot. In this case, showing raw emotion with his wife and child.

No matter how great Tracy Porters interception was, action shots are not nearly as powerful and emotional “catches” like that of Mr. Pearson’s. It was not only great a great picture, it was a magic moment.

The photo above was not taken at the Super Bowl; I was not there and either were the Dad and daughter in the picture. They were at an event on Friday where I was taking pictures. I know this person as he was my daughter’s baseball coach. He is a great Dad. What you see is real, it’s not a made up photo suggested by the photographer---it’s his feelings for his daughter. No matter what is written about the Super Bowl or even in this blog---pictures are as they say, “worth a thousand words" and Greg Pearson's was worth millions.

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The Big Game.

We all know what the “Big Game” is, however referring to it by it’s other name is a trademark violation (AKA, “The Super Bowl TM, Super Sunday TM.) When the first game was held at the Los Angeles Coliseum back in 1967, the Green Bay Packers played the Kansas City Chiefs. Unlike today’s game, it did not sell out, it was broadcast on 2 networks, and the tickets were $12.00. That was seen as a lot of money for a sporting event. (I assume with some of today’s prices hovering around $5,000 to $8,000, you could have been part owner of the team for a pair of tickets back then.)

I have never been to the Super Bowl and I would say the odds of my attending are fairly remote at this time. I have heard all about the parties that happen before and after the game, but what I would really aspire to do is to be on the field shooting pictures. If you don’t aim high, there is little way you will reach your goal—I set them at the peak. I would also be more than fine shooting at the NBA Finals TM, World SeriesTM, or Stanley Cup Finals TM just in case anyone out there is looking for a photographer for these once in a lifetime events.

A while back, I read an article about the field photographers who shoot at the Super Bowl; this is how it works---they shoot as many pictures as they can and then they signal for a runner to come up, they literally hand off the media card to them and they race to have them downloaded. The competition for photographs from a game like the Super Bowl is intense. If someone else gets their picture up first online, they get the credit and that’s really what it is all about. Remember, we are no longer in the world of newspapers, this is all about online delivery. Sounds like fun huh? Not really.

I have spoken to photographers who shoot at professional sporting events; they are really not as interested in being there as one would think. To them, it’s a job---nothing more, nothing less. They know the pressure they are under for the big shot and all it takes is someone stepping in front of you or a misstep, and they lose the shot. There are no do over’s in pro sports. A lot different than family pictures when you can take another because little Timmy didn’t smile or Aunt Rose blinked her eyes.

But, when you do get the shot you know you have something anyone would kill for; for example, the catch that was caught right on the fingertips of the receiver. It’s not like you which you were there----you are there. It’s the rush that makes shooting professional sports all that much better…something that even when sitting in the stands at a Bull’s game shooting, causes that feeling that to a photographer can not be beat.

The photo above was taken a few years ago at the St. Louis Rams, Atlanta Falcons game. It was played between the 2 worst teams in the league at that point in the season---sorry to say little has improved for the Rams. But all you have to do is travel back a little bit further in time and they were at the Big Game--- and the Rams were the champs. I plan to be at a big game one day, all Sports Illustrated has to do is give me a call.

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The Portrait.

Last night we spent 3 hours shooting portraits at a nearby school. We volunteered to take pictures at the annual sock hop where more than 150 families showed up to dance and have fun. When I got there I was met by one of the volunteers and she showed me where to set up. I was a little concerned because I didn't want the kids to trip over the wires.That didn't happen but one did fall against our back drop---both the back drop and little girl were fine.

As a parent I know how difficult it can be to shoot a portrait. You want your son or daughter to look into the camera and give that perfect smile. Here's a word of advice,if they have never been able to do this in the past when taking pictures, there is a pretty good likelihood that this is not going to be their first time. It wasn't for some of the kids who came to our area last night.

There was one boy who flat out refused to put her arm around her sister---this was not a case of cooties he was just not going to get close to his sister. Then there was the boy who could not wait to have his photo taken. He posed like a pro, but unfortunately his hair was sticking up and he looked like a dork. Hello photoshop. Some of the best shots of the evening were of some very well behaved little girls; on cue they smiled, looked into the camera, and the magic happened. If the parents don't buy these pictures, I might buy them. They were that good. It wasn't the photographer, it was they knew how to have a picture taken of them. In the area of portraits, this is what makes it all happen.

We had tears from a couple of younger kids but I think all in all they had fun. My highlight of the evening came about when I went to the dance and took pictures from behind the DJ. This is a shot I would like to take at a concert one day; it's when you have the back of the performer and a sea of people looking at him. One day I will be behind the curtain and take this photograph. One day but it is hard to get behind the curtain.

The funniest part of the night was when a mom wanted to take a picture with her daughter. She was so excited to take the photo, and when I looked at it I said, "Let's take another just to make sure." That's a sign that it looks bad. She said, "One more and I am sure we will be fine." She is going to be disappointed as in both pictures they have their eyes closed. I tried to tell her.

The photo above was not taken at the event, it was taken at the zoo. It's funny, with many of the kids whose posing this ape was easier; he knew I was taking a picture, even though we don't speak the same language and I am sure he would like it in his cage. If interested, all he has to do is go on our website and order it with his Brookfield Zoo credit card.

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From the sports page to the front page.

For many of us, when we pick up our newspaper we do one of several things---we turn to the sports page to see how our local team performed the day before, read the front page to see what’s going on around the world, or to the obituaries to see who has left us. (Yes the obits are one of a paper’s most heavily read sections.)

Today in our local paper you can turn to all 3 of these sections and read the same story; yesterday one of the top players on our local high school team lost his life, passing away from an automobile accident he was in last Friday night. Of what I read in the paper, this was not just your average jock that was in the spotlight during the years that make up high school, this kid had a lot going for him well beyond these 4 years. Because he was well known in school, having transferred from a school that had recently closed down in a community near us, his reputation was paramount in comparison with the “average” person who walked the halls.

What’s most impressive about this young man, is even though he probably knew he was one of the most popular kids in school, he was known as a “very good guy who could bring a smile to your face.” Based upon the 3,000 people who have signed up for his Facebook memorial in the past day, he was really liked by everyone he came in contact with. In other words, he knew his role as a leader and kept it all in perspective---he was only17.

Pierre Washington-Steel’s name was heard often at football games, probably more than any other player on the squad; through the speaker you would hear, after a play had ended, the yardage he racked up on the previous play. He was the star running back on the team and last season he had 717 yards---remember this is high school football, not the NFL. Not only was he a gifted football player, but he also excelled in baseball and track and field. What was his secret? He was strong, fast, and smart in the sports he played. Unfortunately when you are behind the wheel of a car, your body can only take so much impact no matter how strong and smart you are.

I was not sure why he had a hyphenated name until I read the paper this morning and learned his father was killed by gunfire last year on Chicago’s south side. After his death he took to hyphenating his name in honor of the family name. I cannot imagine what this family is going through at this time--- however I know what the community is going through, a sense of tremendous loss.

Whether you have a child, niece/nephew, and/or loved one, it’s times like this when letting them know how you feel is the most important thing you can do; call it your last shot---you never know what’s in store, and you will still be happy you told them you loved them. Even if you still have thousands of days left to spend together.

The photo above is of our local newspaper, the Daily Herald. If you look on the right-hand side you will see the article that our community, and other communities in the area awoke to this morning. Or in the case of people who were touched by Pierre Washington-Steel in life---awoke to and are now in “mourning.”

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Class is in session.

In the next few months, my oldest daughter will be graduating from college. She has prepared for this day for the past 21 years and soon will be putting the classroom behind her and entering the next stage of her life; hopefully the boardroom or a business environment that allows her to put her studies to good use.

This past weekend we went to one of our other daughter’s cello recital at her middle school. As I sat listening to her play I looked around and the memories poured back of the days gone by. Days when I used stand and say the “Pledge of Allegiance,” doodle on the desk, and of course make sure the clock was in fact working so I could determine when class was over. There were many days when it could not come soon enough---rather, most days it could not come soon enough.

With the economy still mending, many students are opting out of joining the working class for a few more years of school; whether it’s an MBA, or other advanced degree, every time I hear their plans I think, “boy I could never go back to school.” Even when I went back for courses I had a passion for, such as photography and painting, I still could not wait to get out of there. I still feel this way but I am wondering if taking a photography course in an area where I need great improvement might not be a bad idea? Okay, after thinking about it----I am not interested.

Then there are other situations, and these are life changing ones. Yet another daughter of ours has a boyfriend who has quit high school---yes, high school. To hear this all I can think of is---he will need a miracle to excel in life. I spoke with him about his choice to quit, he is after all dating my daughter, and learned of his plans. I agree with his decision 100%. Turns out he was not going to graduate on time so he opted to stop; his plans are to take 15 hours at a local community college and receive his GED. He then will enter the military. In other words he knows he needs to make a dramatic change in his life and the military is the most logical answer; if there is an “out,” this is his out. After serving, he wants to get a college degree---probably one of the most mature points of view he could take during this time of transition.

The photo above was taken during the cello recital I attended. What amazed me is how little has changed in the way a classroom looks---same clock, same placement of the flag, same globe (some different countries names on it) since I left school.
During the past few years I have been fortunate to meet a lot of people who have touched my life; their stories are vast, some are not easy to hear about, but in the end it has been the greatest learning experience I have had. I didn’t learn about this in school, I learned in everyday life. For me, this has been my advanced degree---and best of all, I didn’t need lunch money.

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The results are in

It seems only fitting that yesterday, Groundhog Day, was also election day. Just like the movie “Groundhog Day” starring Bill Murray, it seems like we experienced another vicious election---one that seems to keep coming back election after election. Just another day in good ol’ Chicago politics.

If you are not familiar with Chicago and Illinois politics, there is a reason why we are known for some of the most crooked elections in history. As they say in Chicago, “vote early and vote often.” Don’t laugh, it’s been done.

Throughout the years there have been countless cases of the dead literally rising to vote and boxes of ballets that mysteriously disappear. We don’t have chads, pregnant chads, and/or dimple chads to worry about like Florida had in the 2000 Presidential election---we have “stuffed” ballet boxes and politicians who flat out refuse to concede to deal to amuse us.

For the second time in less than 10 years, the governor of Illinois has either left office in shame or gone to jail; this would be a good story, however they are 3rd and 4th Illinois governors who have taken this path. Our most recent governor will be on the TV show “The Apprentice” prior to his trial beginning this summer.

Last night when the election results were pouring in I had to think back to an earlier “Snap. Shot.” when I wondered why anyone would run for public office and how I hoped my kids would never call me to let me know they needed my support as they tossed their hats into the political arena. The last thing I would like to see is my son or daughter as a “public servant.”

Of course Chicago and Illinois are not the only cities and states to have corruption, but it seems like we have our fair share. If we think we have seen the worst of it, stick around as these were just the primaries---the good stuff happens over the next 9 months.

The photo above was taken at the Brookfield Zoo outside Chicago---just like two politicians going after one another, these two bears (who happen to be brothers) are showing each other who the real boss is. In Chicago and Illinois we know who the real boss is---it’s the voters. Hopefully in November we can pull off something that’s rare---an honest election.

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Family.

For the vast majority of us, we all come into this world being greeted by Mom’s, Dad’s sister’s, brother’s and other family members. Of course this is not a 100% guarantee as there are children who enter their lives without being as fortunate as I was. They may not have a Dad, brother, sister, or even a Mother they will know for more than just a few hours---hopefully they find their ways into much better situations. Most times when placed in this situation, they do.

When I was growing up, like many other kids I didn’t really understand the true meaning of family. Sure we ate together, and laughed a lot, but until you are really able to step back and take the “panoramic” view at what’s staring back at you, it doesn’t always come into full focus. I have learned so much about family this past year; not like I needed a re-fresher course, but when you are placed in as many situations that involve the family, it either opens your eyes or forces you to keep them shut. Mine are open wide.

If you have read “Snap.Shot.” for any period of time I have been pretty transparent about what has happened in our family---some of it has been wonderful, some has been more challenging. But through it all we have remained a family.

Today’s blog is not about my family, it’s about some that have touched my family’s life and are about to encounter some rough waters. I don’t know if it is the age or the lifestyle change, but we know a number of families that are entering a period of change--- the words of divorce are in the air. I know first hand how difficult the days ahead are; no matter how exciting it appears to be as the word “freedom” is on your mind, for those who are doing it, get ready for rough times. The good thing, there will be better times ahead for both individuals, however tt’s the kids you have to worry about--- they will be left searching for a reason. The reason? It’s not about them, it’s all about the parents. They did nothing wrong. Period.

My son and daughter, and my wife’s two daughters, will forever be scarred in some respect because their parents are now living away from the home they knew and cherished. It’s not like high school when breaking up is the norm. I just hope all my kids find that person they can never live without and stay happily married to forever. It’s not easy to do, but it can be done. My parents did it---and my parent’s parents did it.

It’s too easy today to walk away from forever…it’s too hard to stay when you know there is a different life waiting for you out there. That’s the hard part of life. I know that as black and white as it appears, there is a lot of grey.

For those who we know who will be ending their marriages, we hope they “reach out” to those who know the pain they will go through---there will be pain, trust me. Many of us have been through it and we are here to help. Call us when you need us, we are the shoulder, ear and friend you will need during this trying period.

The photo above was taken outside Surrey Place in St. Louis, MO. There were many family members not present in the picture---they were not in it because they were not in town that day or just not at Surrey Place that particular day. The one person who will always live in my heart is the one who was inside the building fighting for her life---the one responsible for bringing me into this world. The other person is sitting on the right-hand side---for nearly 60 years they shared an unbreakable love. How cool is that?

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Life.

When we are growing up, most of us feel invincible when we think about our future and what would happen if we ever got hurt. Whether it’s on a bike without a helmet, smoking cigarettes, or crossing the streets without looking both ways, we all know, and believe, it would usually only happen to the other person.

That changed for two young men at our local high school Friday night. (Both were on the football team.)

As they drove down a road in between our community and the one next to us, something happened and they drove into a pole. I am not sure if it was a utility pole or a restraining post, but they were hurt and hurt very badly. Although the reports are moving swiftly through Facebook, e-mail and texting, the word through the local newspaper is these boys are in danger of dying. How sad is that?

One of the young men was a superstar on the football team and both, I am told, were “good guys.” How do I know? When one of my daughters went downtown to interview the homeless for a project she was working on---both of them escorted her and a friend for the interviews. When you have football players with you, the likelihood of a bad situation is reduced---these young men were real gentleman making sure all went well. (A lost quality in today’s world of doing what’s only good for you and not really caring about what happens to the other person.)

The thought of young people with so much potential being robbed of their dreams is very difficult to understand; in addition to their fate, I think about both sets of parents who right now have more than likely shed more tears, said more prayers, and are wondering what the next step in their life will be should either one of these “sons” passe away. I can’t imagine the pain these families are in at this time.

When our soon to be seventeen year old takes the car and drives, the worries don’t stop until we know she is safely back home. The fear of “the call” is not one we can ever prepare for---hearing on the other end that “something is wrong” is incomprehensible. (We went through a major scare about 3 weeks ago with our 5 year old, the difference, she is much better; for these 2 young men, that may or may not be the outcome.)

The photo above was taken in Columbia, MO on the University of Missouri campus. A bright light coming through the trees, that let’s us all know that no matter what we do in life, there is always another sunrise or sunset coming into our lives. As a parent, I do hope for these young men they each have several more ahead in their lives. We are praying for you.

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