Pizza or steak tonight?

Maybe it’s me, but every time the catcher approaches the mound to talk with the pitcher, I have to wonder what they are talking about? Is it the height of his pitch, how to scare the batter, or better yet, “which restaurants are good here wherever we are playing?” I bet sometimes it’s food talk.

There have been countless times when I have been at sporting events when you know the team is just killing time. Maybe they are waiting for the relief pitcher to warm his arm up, or perhaps the goalie to get his pads on, who knows? They do. The one event I do remember was when I was a kid and the St. Louis Blues were playing--- they had only suited up one goalie for the game. I mean, what could possibly happen, why do have two goalies? All it means is more laundry after the game and who needs that? Then slap shot hit Jacques Plante, the Blues goalie, in the head. He was knocked out cold.

So what do you do? Of course, you as the defensemen skate out to center ice, drop your gloves and start pummel the unexpected winger from the other team. For good measure, and just to make sure your goalie is ready to play, why not have other members of the team get into it? This really happened, and probably took 20 minutes to clean everything up. A few minutes later, Glenn Hall was good to go in goal.

One thing about being a photographer, and this is just the way it is, but you really don’t use all of your senses when you are shooting pictures. Because of this, I am not always in tune with what’s going on around me. You certainly use your eyes, and you for sure use touch—but taste, hearing and smell are pretty much in a holding pattern. Okay, if someone is eating a hot dog or popcorn, you for sure can still feel the hunger pangs. But it’s funny you really do tune everything out. That’s why I try to catch the unexpected pictures, like a pitcher and catcher talking, because I think there is a story to tell when looking at it.

The photo above was taken at Miller Park in Milwaukee, WI a few years ago. The game was going into 2+ hours, and you just knew both teams, especially the L.A. Dodgers were ready to call it a night. Of what I recall, both teams were out of playoff contention and had pretty much called it a season. They were just going through the motions and looking forward to time off. I didn’t have the opportunity to yell out to them, but if I had, I would have let them know there were some great restaurants in downtown Milwaukee…then again, they probably wanted to have a brat and you can find those at the concession stand.

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The City by the Bay.

I am sure a lot of people back in the 80’s thought the band Journey came up with the phrase, “City by the Bay” but I am reasonably sure no matter how talented of song writers they were, this moniker was well in place when Steve Perry belted out the lyrics.

I have spent a lot of time in San Francisco over the years. I have been fortunate to have some of the hottest food I have ever consumed, acted like the tourist I am by riding a cable car, and even walked across the Golden Gate Bridge. When you walk on the bridge you realize how windy it is facing the Bay, and how far the drop is below. Neither one was very appealing to me---but it was a very cool thing to do.

One thing that never happened to me was experience an earthquake. I am sure there was a tremor or two while I was there, but if there was, I don’t remember it; I believe they happen quite frequently so I am sure there was a small one probably in the middle of the night at least one time.

Probably one of my most memorable moments I had was when I passed Alcatraz by boat on my way to Sausalito---the thought of human beings housed in that facility is nothing more than frightening. I can’t imagine the feeling of being surrounded by water, with horrible conditions, and your only opportunity to escape (if you could) would be by swimming. They say only one or two people have done that---although to my knowledge they have never been seen again after they escaped. Not a good sign if you ask me.

There are many wonderful things about San Francisco once you put Alcatraz, earthquakes and fog behind you; they have some of the most beautiful bridges, piers, and homes I have ever seen. The hills that make up the city, position the homes in very odd configurations—these row houses are nothing like we have in Chicago. They make for an outstanding, colorful photo.

The photo above was taken from the rooftop of a restaurant one night while I was there on business. The combination of the dark blue sky, and neon lights, created a mixture of colors that only worked that night. If there had been fog, the photo would never have been taken…but like the other famous song goes, “I left my heart in San Francisco” but fortunately brought a memory home in my camera.

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The Penguin.

If you have not figured out what I did this past weekend, then you are not a frequent reader of “Snap. Shot.” We went to the zoo and had a really good time. We saw the lions, tigers, but no bears…oh no. They were in a secluded area as they are being transferred to a new home in the zoo, but it has yet to open.

When I went to work today I was talking with an associate and asked, “Do you ever go to the zoo?” He said, “Yeah about once a summer or so.” I said, “We go pretty often, I would say at least 25 times per year.” He thought I was kidding, but I wasn’t.

We did see some interesting sites however when we went. We saw a tiger that lost its tail, a leopard hiding up in probably one of the smallest crevices I have ever seen, and of course, we saw the fish with the huge mouth. (Probably one of the funniest pictures I have taken while at the zoo in quite a while.)

While we were there I must have been asked by my daughters at least 10 times if we could please buy one of the plastic molded animals. We've bought everyone at least once over the years; as you might guess, they don’t even make it out of the car before they are no longer wanted. So, I said, “How about we go on the carousel?” They knew the answer to the molded plastic animal because going on the carousel is one of the traditions when we go to the zoo. That, and having a snack at one of the eateries, and of course seeing the monkeys in the smelly monkey house. I sure hope they remember these times when they grow up!

The photo above was taken at one of the houses we do not visit each time we go to Brookfield zoo; I actually had to convince them to go because one of us (me) wanted to take a picture of a penguin. I have always thought penguins were some of the oddest creatures---I suspect it was either from my Batman days when Burgess Meredith played the penguin, or watching “The March of the Penguin’s Movie.” No matter which one moved me to want to see them on Saturday, unlike these unique creatures, I was not dressed for the occasion. I had red and blue on---not black and white.

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Tastes like chicken.

I am not a real adventurous eater. When I find something I like, I will eat it. If I really find something I enjoy, I will eat it that day and possibly have it again the next day. Not what I would call too terribly exciting I guess. Some of my tastes come from when I was growing up in St. Louis, where barbecue is found throughout the city. Here’s a little known fact for all you trivia lovers, which 2 cities fight it out for the most barbecue sauce consumed in America? That would be St. Louis and Kansas City. What’s one of the most popular barbecue sauce brands? Maull’s---where you “don’t baste your barbecue, you ‘Maull’ it.” If you have had Maull's recently, you know there are better sauces out there, but this brand is a tradition.

It was only when I moved to Chicago when I learned about food diversity. The thought of consuming raw fish wrapped in a seaweed roll was about as likely as my eating “Sambar”—one of the most popular Indian dishes. (I actually will not eat it, but I do like Sushi.) I will never forget when my Mom met my wife the first time we went to dinner. When it was suggested “calamari” be ordered, my Mom literally spit out her water. She thought it was a joke---however, it wasn’t. It was a very memorable moment that we still laugh about every time we order it. Even though my Mom is no longer alive, I doubt she would have eaten it anyhow.

I am not sure of the origin of the phrase, “Taste’s like Chicken," but I do know it has been stated when alligator, frog leg’s and other foods were served at dinners I have attended. I didn’t try the frog’s legs because it reminds me of one of the funniest comedy albums ever, “That’s Not Funny That’s Sick” and I guess the visual of a frog on crutches coming out of the kitchen made it un-appealing. I did try alligator, and by the way, it really does kind of taste like chicken. At the zoo yesterday we saw an alligator that was probably 10 feet long; it might taste like chicken, but it would certainly put up more of a fight than chicken should you get in its way.

The photo above was taken in one of the “houses” at the zoo. My daughters wanted to go in one of the rooms and saw a boy inside this big fishes mouth; that was all it took for them to want to do the same. Once I saw how funny it looked, I knew this one had potential. I found the dangling legs to be really funny, and took enough pictures to know I got the shot. After we left and went home, I made some funky meal---when I asked how it was, they said, “It tastes like chicken.”

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Upfront and personal.

Many of us have met some famous people over time. I have met a few, but now in my profession, there is a fairly good likelihood I will be meeting more. At least I believe so. Yesterday in our office one of Hollywood’s famous stylists came in to discuss opportunities where he might be a good fit for projects we work on with our clients. It was interesting to meet him because he is in a field I really know very little about. However, the money he makes, and the access to some of Hollywood’s Super A-list celebrities, was kind of fun to hear about.

When he started talking about “Sandy” Bullock, Charlie Sheen, and Christi Brinkley, like they exchange holiday cards and know one another’s cell phone numbers, it did take me into a world that is kind of cool. No we didn’t discuss any of these stars situations---but as we all know “cheating” is a part of each one of their lives in one way or another. I guess being beautiful, and well known, really does have its downfalls---and when it hits the internet, everyone knows every detail.

It turned out this person left Hollywood and moved to New York. His rationale was really interesting; because of the economic downturn, even the stars are being affected. They don’t want anyone to know of course, but to the insiders, they all know. To the stylists who are accustomed to making big dollars from these celebrities it makes for a very uncomfortable situation. So he left the comfort of the West Coast and moved cross-country and has seen his business thrive on a lot of different fronts.

As a photographer, there are times when you have the opportunity to get upfront and personal in ways where other people will never be allowed to travel. Whether it’s a photo shoot for a magazine where the person is photographed in a tub of milk, with only paint on their body, or a million different poses, you can find all of these pictures online as they are real. Boy that would be one cool photoshoot.

The photo above was taken today at Brookfield Zoo outside of Chicago; when we saw a crowd gathered in front of the area where they house the lions, I had no idea what to expect. When I saw the male lion, the camera came out and was in high speed---I loved the look on the lion’s face and most of all I was very glad there was a large piece of thick glass!

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T.G.I.F.

I do like Friday’s. I also enjoy Saturday’s and Sunday’s. Wednesday and Tuesday are tough at times, but Thursday is probably the most challenging. Forget about Monday, we all know about that day. So, that sums up my week. Actually with the way the days, weeks and years fly by, I appreciate every day. It’s because of my commute that makes the weeks seem a little longer, but that’s okay, I have a great job.

Today one of my friends, who also commutes, but even a longer distance than I do (he travels 2 hours each way to work) is running late. Not his fault, it turns out the trains that originate in his town each morning were somehow on the wrong tracks. We were sending e-mails back and forth and I said, “better to have them on the right tracks starting out then let them go along their merry old ways on the wrong tracks.” He agreed. Worse case scenario, he is 15 minutes late.

This weekend is going to be different for our family. My wife and two of our kids left for a trip of a lifetime today; combined with when my other kids leave, they will be gone for the longest period of time we have been a part. All of my friends have said, “you are going to have a blast,” but I also know the house is going to be very quiet; I think I will be able to live with that after all. Thinking about it, no yelling, plenty of hot water, and I can have whatever I want to eat every night. And then if I want, I can have it the next night too. Wow, this is going to be better than I thought.

One thing I do know I am going to do is take a ton of pictures. With spring right around the corner, and our world coming back to life, the opportunity for shooting pictures is at its peak. I was a bit disappointed to hear the horserace track will not be open until the end of next month, but I can live with it.

This weekend we are zoo bound. My two youngest and I are going to visit with the giraffes, elephants and penguins. Some of our favorites, and chances are you just might see some of these photos soon in “Snap.Shot.” At our zoo there is incredible access to the animals. No you can’t go in the cages, but that’s it, there are no cages. The ability to shoot photos with out a screen, bars, or barrier, makes the experience that much better---for myself and the girls.

The photo above was taken of a mother Polar Bear at Brookfield Zoo. This photo was taken about 3 months after the introduction of her cub, Hudson, to the general public. It’s no wonder she is exhausted. With all of the photos being taken, and having to keep up with a rambunctious cub, you are going to be pooped. Kind of the way I feel right now---T.G.I.F.

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Coming to a theater near you.

I was talking to a friend today about the band, “The Runaways.” For many of you, if not most, you are probably saying, “I have never heard of them.” If it weren’t for my friend, and his very eclectic taste in music when we were growing up, I would have said the same thing.

When I saw a major motion picture now in theaters highlighting this “all girl band,” was when I knew I had to call him. Yes it’s been probably 35 years since we saw them in concert, but it was the day after the concert I wanted to talk to him about. I said, “Do you remember when we met them at the record store in the mall?” He kind of remembered, and after talking about it for a few minutes, he said, “Yeah I do remember meeting them.”

Imagine this. Here we are, 16 or 17 years old, thinking we were so cool, in the middle of a record store. We are sure we are going to hang with them after the meet and greet as they call it. In come 4 very put together rock and rollers and here we are gawking at them. If there has ever been a large “L” on someone’s forehead, it was planted smack dab in the middle of mine for everyone to see. Now keep in mind, one of the band members is Joan Jett who turned out to have a pretty decent career in the music business; after meeting us, she never called, wrote or even e-mailed. Wait, she couldn’t e-mail, the Internet was still 20 years away. Okay, she didn’t call or write and I didn’t buy her albums.

While talking to my friend I saw another movie featured that opens tomorrow nationwide. It’s about 4 guys who end up in a hot tub, and through it travel back in time. I think it’s appropriately called, “Hot Tub.” I assure you, no one in my family would join me to see this soon to be classic. Okay, maybe just our 12 year old would be there, but then again, I would probably end up going alone as she has better taste than that.

If “Hot Tub” is good, it will be a guy’s classic. The kind of movie we will march into and out of, with memories about when we were young, cool and so cocky that we knew we were for sure the ultimate “chick magnets.” Those were the days, and these are the days, when you really need to see a movie like this to re-live your past. Of course you come back from this trip; but then again, if it’s that good, you’ll come back with memories that were so deeply planted in the back of your mind you never thought they would show up again. If it’s bad, well you still have the memories.

It’s a toss up of which one I will see first, but like the photo above, movies like these are like a stairwell that can take you back in time. A time when we remember life being simpler, carefree and fairly uncomplicated; my promise to myself, for those 2 hours, I am going to let loose and have as much popcorn as I want and I might toss some for old times.

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Got’cha Day.

For many of us, we have no idea what it’s like to adopt a child. What a gift it is to both the parents and the child who may, or may not, have had the quality of life he or she is now having. Based upon the countries where most of the children are adopted from, there is a very good likelihood their lives are much better here in the U.S.

We have a number of friends who have been blessed with children they have adopted. I look at them, and often you have to pause and wonder, what it would be like without the parents who went overseas, met with the officials, sometimes were told they would have to go back to the states and return, and then go through this stressful time again. And sometimes again. What can you say about these individuals? I think “thank you” is probably the best answer.

What I love most about some of the children who we have met through our daughters are their personalities. We were at the home of one of our friends last night, and their daughter looked up at me and said, “Mawk you are so silly.” With a giggle she went back to eating her birthday cake---looked up at me and smiled. Whereas I don’t know the details of her birth Mom, or her homeland, I know for 100% sure she would never have the life she has with a Mom and Dad like our friends. Her sister, who also comes from China, is the one to watch---this little dark-haired girl, who laughs at the drop of a hat, is one of the best baseball players I have seen for someone her age. She is far better than most of the boys on the team, and when you mention how good she is to her Mom and Dad, like a typical parent, they try and deflect it as to not appear to brag. If I were them, I would brag---she is that good.

One of the traditions families who have adopted children have is called “Got’cha Day.” Similar to what we would know as the celebration of your birthday, this celebration is in honor of the day where we as a family, “Got’cha.” What’s funny about our friends is, one of the daughters wants to have her Got’cha Day, but said to the other younger sister, “We can just have family day in celebration of your day.” Needless to say that did not go over too well. Funny, sisters, brothers, and siblings, all want it their way. We know it very well.

The photo above are the 2 daughters of our friends. I asked before I wrote today’s “Snap.Shot” because I wanted to tell their story, but didn’t want to invade their privacy. She was more than happy with my writing about these 2 beautiful girls. I think we should all have “Got’cha Days;” unlike a celebration of the day you were born, a Got’cha Day is just what one of the daughter’s said, “it’s the day we Got’cha, and we became a larger family because of it.”

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The rats are winning.

As a society we live in a very fast-paced world. Every day we get up, grab a cup of coffee, juice, water, or all 3 and head on our way. When the weekend comes, we continue making up for everything we couldn’t get done during the week. This is what makes us feel complete. I guess.

I know when I slow down on the weekend my body, and body clock, seem to say, “What’s going on here? We don’t have time for this.” Yesterday I heard one of my associates discuss her weekend. She went out on Friday night, slept in on Saturday, went out on Saturday night and watched basketball all day Sunday. It is after all March Madness and we have seen our brackets decimated in a way we never dreamed would happen. I laughed and said, “I can’t remember the last time I sat on the couch and watched sports all day; the look she gave, because she does not have kids, was you should try it, it’s a great way to relax. Chalk up one for human kind…and one less for the rats.

When the alarm goes off at a ridiculous hour each weekday morning, I often times will lie in bed and think about the day ahead---and other thoughts that race through my mind. It has become habit over the years and I don’t know what would happen if I sat there and said to myself, “I have nothing to think about or do today.” I would be in a major funk if that were to happen. I suspect we are so used to the race we run in each day, that in many ways it defines who we are. Chalk one up for the rats…we’re tied 1 to 1.

When spring truly decides to stay around for more than a few days, I know I am going to be out taking pictures; there is something about this time of year. One thing I am going to try and do is take photos with an “infrared” camera I traded for last year. If you have not seen photos taken with this type of retrofitted camera, you are in for a treat. Although they look like they come from another planet, the images jump out with bright whites, rich darks, and much more. Having fun with your passion is what we need to do more of each day and I am going to give it my all. Chalk another one up for human kind….game over.

The photo above was taken in New York several weeks ago. As I stood in Grand Central Terminal and watched people flow through, I just couldn’t help but think about the crazy life we lead. We work as hard as we can, race to get home, spend a little time with the family, race back to work, check our Blackberry’s, computers, and voicemail to see if we have missed anything. I am one of the worst offenders of the system---right now I am looking to put another rat to rest. Hopefully I can.

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The bridge to tomorrow.

I just learned our commuter railroad will be participating in one of the 2 seasons we have here in Chicago. We have winter and we have construction season. Every year it seems when construction begins a nightmare soon follows--- going from point A to point B sometimes feels like you are participating in the entire alphabet.

Usually within a few months, maybe a year, the work is done; we all breath a sigh of relief and then the snow starts. The one way around this bottleneck has been, and continues to be, to take the train as your form of mass transportation. I just learned one of the trains I take, I take two each way, will experience track construction for 8 years! (This is hard to believe.) I said to the conductor, we might be living on the train with the delays we will be experiencing. He said, “Not me, I am retiring at the end of the year.” I told him we would write with updates from our life on the train.

Apparently they are having to replace bridges; if you saw them you would scratch your head and wonder, “How does this thing support the weight of a train?” They are in that bad of shape. I am sure all of the attorneys at Metra (our rail system) are saying, “You had better get this done before it’s too late.” I am not sure how many people ride the train line from the city to where I work and northward, but it has got to be 30,000 or more a day. One slip up and the worst could happen. I was travelling with my family to Minneapolis the day the bridge collapsed on I-35. We do not need, or want, a similar situation in the Chicago area. I am not sure based upon the economy if the money is there---but I assure you if something were to happen, Chicago's finest lawyers would be very busy.

I have never enjoyed walking under bridges--- I knew people who were in California when the bridges came crashing down during the World Series back in the 90s.They have never recovered from the fear they encountered. I know the likelihood is not good, but there is something really alarming to know they could. Sounds like a made for TV movie---oh, never mind that’s happened.

The photo above was taken in Little Rock, AR. This bridge showed it’s age and it was being worked on while I was there. I am not sure if it was ever completed since I rarely travel there, but seeing the amount of work that needed to be done, and the shape it was in, I would have to believe there was an alternative route. I would have taken that route!

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The 3 R’s.

We are in a very challenging time for educating our children. In our district they have had to let go some very talented teachers as cut backs, due to deficits, are having a major impact on funding. It’s hard to believe that only a few years ago there was such a high demand for teachers---and now they are being told they are no longer needed.

What are we thinking?

Teachers are the backbone of America---without them we will fall further back as we make every attempt for our society to move forward. Our taxes where we live have gone steadily upward---yet our houses have decreased in value; it does appear that things are upside down. I am more than happy to pay for our teachers because we not only need them, but good schools help keep our home’s values remain at a greater level. Okay maybe this seems a little self-centered, but our homes are an investment and fine schools are a part of the value of the home.

I do know which one is more important, however. A front yard never made you smarter.

Because we cannot count on our teachers doing all of the work in their classrooms to raise our children, it’s very important education continues at home. We want our kids to be independent when they leave school, but we also want to provide the edge so they do well and excel in the “real world.” College is the only option and it’s well known in our household that you WILL go to college. We read to our kids, we do math in our household, and we make sure they are coloring and writing on a frequent basis. We all need to do more of this.

I am very fortunate to have received an education that has provided the opportunity to do what I am very interested in doing as far as a profession is concerned---without the ability to read, write and have an understanding of math (I am not very good at the Algebra, Geometry, or other funky math) there is little way I would have had the chance to do much of anything. I am very thankful for this! I want to make sure our kids have the same opportunity I did. I know how important it is and without teachers, the likelihood of our kids achieving the education they need to thrive goes down quickly.

The photo above was taken of my wife reading to our two youngest. Whereas we now need glasses to read, little has changed as far as making sure the girls enjoy reading. The imagination as they say “is a terrible thing to waste” and we know it’s critical for learning. One thing I do know is if we do see a decline in the number of teachers, the number of kids will increase in the classrooms. If this happens it will not be a good thing; I am really saddened by what’s happening in our community and communities around the country---we need our teachers and we need to make sure we continue to be there in all ways for our kids.

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The Mag Mile.

Every city has its famous street. New York has Broadway, Los Angeles has Sunset, St. Louis has Olive Street, and Chicago has the Magnificent Mile. Unlike all of the other streets above you will find many, if not most people, will have little trouble walking from one end to the other. Although more than a mile, the scenery is amazing. You walk from Millennium Park to the Water Tower, with many stores, restaurants and hotels in between.

When I first moved to Chicago almost 30 years ago, the Michigan Avenue AKA “the Mag Mile” was nothing like it is today. Sure it was just as long, but the number of new buildings and attractions has sprouted up over the years. The Mag Mile is probably one of the most visited locations in Chicago next to Wrigley Field and O’Hare, but they are not the same. When “Cows on Parade” were in the city, more were found on this stretch of the city. When Oprah held her 25th Anniversary show last year, yep it was held right in front of the Wrigley Building.

Every spring and summer the flowers explode from the planters in the middle of the street. Something that came about for the Democratic convention held in Chicago back in 1996. Mayor Daley, the son of the most famous mayor in Chicago history, insisted the city look like the first class city it is---and not the second city it is called.

One of my favorite things to do while walking the Mag Mile is people watch. From one end to the other you can see the change in demographics. As you walk northward you will find more tourists who explore the museums and loop, and the further north you walk the fashion statements do just that---they make a statement. No doubt with some of Chicago’s most expensive real estate—the outfits are very reflective of the money in the area and the retailers who know the money is there. Small boutiques off streets just to the north of Water Tower have a very distinct clientele. You will not see me in these stores---not only do I not know how to pronounce the names, I could never see paying that kind of money for clothes.

I love Chicago. We are coming into the best time of the year and when we do, no city in the world matches up to the Windy City.

The photo above was actually taken from my dentist’s office. It follows the Mag Mile northward with its cavernous feel and wonderful lines. There is no town like Chicago---Frank Sinatra said it the best, “My Kind of Town.”

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The bath.

There is something about a bath that is very relaxing. Maybe it’s the warm water wrapping around your body like it did before you were born and were in the womb, or maybe it’s just the opportunity to relax. I am not sure and I rarely take them, but when I do, I enjoy it.

Now, take a look at kids and look at how they love baths. They bring in the toys, the play with the soap, and probably one of my favorite things to do is take a picture when their hair is sticking straight up thanks to water and shampoo creating that hysterical hairdo. We have many pictures of this look, but they are not 100% proper for “Snap. Shot.”

When the kids were younger, they sometimes ended up with baths in the kitchen sink. They were much safer, at a higher level, and easy to maneuver---those days are well past us now, but I do remember one time when coming into the kitchen to see our older daughter with her legs dangling over the side with a huge beaming smile on her face. I know she wanted to be back to where she was a while back, and her little sister now occupied the sink. Oh we have pictures of that too. But unlike the hair ones, these focused on her feet with her face in a blur in the background.

Recently my wife and daughters gave our dog a bath in the tub/shower I use in the morning. Although it was clean, seeing the dog shampoo on the shelf made me think about what I was potentially putting in my hair. Sure, I know nothing would happen if I used it, I would certainly rid myself of any flees, but to see him in the tub and his expression was priceless. He was happy for all of the attention but he really wanted out of the tub. He shook his big body and was out in a flash. No more waiting for him….he was done.

The photo above was taken on a very hot day at the zoo. For an animal that’s used to cold climates it has to be very difficult in the sweltering heat. I do know one thing, and I suspect the person who did this learned a very valuable lesson, do not go in the cage or open area with a Polar Bear. You won’t win. Just like this bear who was enjoying a bath, I am sure we will have several taken in our house this weekend---maybe, just maybe, I will be taking one of them.

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March Sadness.

I have never been able to pick a winning team when the NCAA playoffs happen every March. Known as “March Madness,” I often wonder why I even participate. Of course it has to do with everyone else in the office doing it, and everyone else always doing well into the later rounds like the “Sweet 16, Elite 8, Final 4 and so on.” I am usually out of contention by then.

Today, as we were gathered around the TV set in our office, I was the butt of many jokes; it was almost a clean sweep in the loss column for the first 4 games, but one of my teams pulled off a win in overtime. Yippee. That’s okay; I wouldn’t know what to do with the money anyhow. Yeah, kind of like I wouldn’t know what to do with lottery winnings if I won; by the way, one of my old neighbors won the lottery in the early 90s. Very nice people and based upon their previous lifestyle, they used their good fortune the way it should be used---they helped out family members and lived a much better lifestyle.

As we were watching the games I said, “Did you see that bright flash on the screen?” I let them know that was the light system in the stadium and that’s what the professional photographers use when they need that great shot. You could have heard a pin drop---their response, “oh, okay.” Oh well, but I would bet if I were there taking pictures, and took some of their favorite teams, they would appreciate the lighting system. Since that’s not the case, I get an “oh, okay.”

This time of the year is huge for events; it starts off with the Super Bowl, then the Oscar’s and finally with March Madness. As a photographer I could think of nothing more exciting than being able to cover any or all of these events. It makes my heart jump. I do believe I will shoot an NCAA game again, and will one day make it to the Super Bowl, it’s the Oscar’s I am not sure about. Honestly with all of the action on the runway, and the number of photographers pushing and shoving each other to photograph that couple who likely not be dating or married the next time they are on the carpet, I would put that as my 3rd choice. But then again---I would like to still be there.

The photo above was taken a couple of years ago when the Mizzou Tigers played Oklahoma State. Missouri came into the game undefeated, however that label ended that night as they got trounced. What I love about this picture is the action and blur. For some reason, as a photographer you always go for the action shot---this one, to me, lived up to that. As the Mizzou Tigers prepare for their game tomorrow, I hope they end up winning. Why? Because I am the only person in our office who has them moving on in the NCAA series---that way I can pretend I know how to pick’em.

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Fairies, Leprechauns, and other childhood friends.

I have some news, kids still believe. Yep, they believe in the Easter Bunny, Fairies and Leprechauns this time of year. Ask my daughter where the Easter Bunny lives and she will tell you he lives in Kansas. As in the state of Kansas; the Tooth fairy by the way pays her taxes in Iowa. I think it’s important to know the states, so why not let them know who lives in them! Santa still live in the North Pole by the way, and Leprechauns, well…I am not sure where you will find them outside of Ireland. (That gives her some knowledge of Europe as I see it.)

I was asked about the height of a Leprechaun yesterday. She wanted to know if she was taller than one, or were they taller than her? I let her know they both were about the same height---but she would grow to be taller. She liked that answer. Whew.

In our household we have had fairy parties at least 3 times; one I know was a “fairy tea party.” The others, of what I recall, were just your plain ol’ average “fairy parties.”

When I was growing up we didn’t have fairy parties; we had baseball, bowling and other types of “shindigs” but certainly nothing that would be for girls. One thing I do remember when I was very young, was my obsession with G.I. Joe. I had several of them. I hate to admit it, but some of them had parts dismembered; one Joe had an arm removed another a head and so on. All in all, he lived to tell about it, even if there was nothing above his neck.

Sometimes looking back I know these were some of the best imaginative times of my life; being in the marketing/advertising business you do have the ability to dream and stare off into space and that’s actually work! I have come up with some of my best ideas driving on the highway, in the shower or on long walks. When I think about how deep in thought I have been while driving, it scares me at times. Especially if I have driven 75-100 miles and wondered how I got there.

The photo above is of our youngest daughter; I think she is making sure her wings are on straight and her fairy look is complete. I hope kids never stop believing in fairies, leprechauns and G.I. Joe---it’s very healthy and let’s face it, it makes for some great childhood memories. Especially when you take pictures----something I enjoy doing if you have yet to figure that out.

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Full house.

In the community where we live, the concept of a family of four does not exist. You will find families of five, six, seven and more, but what was at one point known as “zero population growth” avoided our town. I am okay with that especially when you ride a bike down our street and see all of the kids playing in their yards. There is one problem however, there seems to be an over abundance of girls. Just on our street alone it is probably 80% female. What is in the water??

I am not too concerned about our population not being able to continue due to one dominant sex, there are other streets in the neighborhood that have an over abundance of boys; you can always tell the homes with boys as they are likely to have a basketball hoop, with a ball nearby and guy things all over the front lawn. Then there is our house where you will find pink bikes, Barbie dolls, and chalk on the sidewalk.

When you step into our home you for sure feel that this home is lived in. Rooms have pictures, photographs, drawings and of course coloring sheets for Mom and Dad. There is no shortage of visual reminders that there are people living here and it’s very obvious what gender they are. Some of our daughters have animals on their walls, you’ll find pictures of friends/boyfriends in other rooms, and our two youngest have a hodge podge of stuff. No better way to explain it. What’s really amazing is the two oldest ones wear the same size clothes and the thought of one finding out about another wearing the other person’s clothing creates a very, what you would call, loud atmosphere. It’s funny because our oldest daughter borrows my wife’s clothing and my sweatshirts---but that doesn’t count.

But in the end, we are a family; two of the six no longer live in the house as they are either out of college and/or about to be. It’s okay, we have plenty of action happening.

The photo above was taken the day before our youngest daughter was born. My wife had a great idea. Everyone in the delivery room, except our 2-year old who was not there but still had her own pair of shoes, should wear the same black Converse All-Stars. As we walked into the delivery room there was little doubt we were a family; the only people not wearing these shoes? My wife and our new born daughter(even the doctor had a pair) ---one day we’ll have to buy them each a pair.

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Spring forward.

If you have been reading “Snap. Shot.” for any period of time, you probably know I am a big fan of spring, summer and fall. Winter is not, and never will be, my favorite time of the year. I do know people who just love the cold weather, snow, and miserable grey days---I am sorry to tell them, it’s on the verge of being behind us for the next 6+ months.

For someone who really likes the change of season from winter to spring, I had no idea this past weekend was the start of daylight savings time. Although earlier than it was just a few years ago, for me this time of the year signifies life and another fresh start. How can you beat that?

Sure for the last 24 hours I have felt a little out of sorts due to the time change, but I also know I will quickly get used to it. It’s funny because when I travel eastward to New York and other areas in the EST, I don’t feel this sluggish. Like I said above, I will quickly get used to it. I will also get used to the near 60 degree weather we are expecting tomorrow; I am not sure how long it is going to last, but for us in the Northern part of the U.S. it is very welcome to stay as long as it wants.

I am not sure if it’s just me, but I can feel a different kind of energy from people who I work with as well as people who I have talked to during the past 24 hours. They are a little more upbeat than beat up…I know the next step. We will see neighbors out on their lawns, kids riding bikes, and the local park will spring back to life like it did yesterday. I did take it a little too far by not wearing a jacket---it was a lot colder than I thought it was going to be. But, that’s okay, I survived!

One thing we have yet to experience so far, and perhaps that’s because we just saw the last remnants of snow leave our community, are the buds, blossoms and blooms of plants coming back to make our world beautiful. They can’t be far behind.

The photo above was taken at the Morton Arboretum outside Chicago. The bloom of flowers rising upward is surefire sign of spring. Even if we get a late snowfall, and we likely will, they tend to make it through unscathed. So Mother Nature, bring it on…we are ready and looking forward to months and months of the weather we wait for every year.

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A dog and his ball.

Having a dog has been a real experience in our household. Yes he is a good dog, and he is well taken care of, but there are times when “Cash” really gets in the way. It might be when he knows his dinner or breakfast is coming and he has only one thing on his mind…the meal. It doesn’t matter if you are in his way, he will go right past you. At nearly 80 pounds and very solid, you know when you are in the way and he has even pushed me over at times.

Like any dog, Cash likes to play ball. With slobber wrapped around every inch of it, for some reason he thinks we should be very interested in picking it up and tossing it around for him. It lasts as long as he wants to play—when you try to stop, he lets you know he is not ready to end the fun. If you have ever played with a Boxer, you know why they call the breed by that name. They will come up to you and literally straight arm (or in his case straight paw) you to get your attention. By the way, it works.

Tonight Cash and I were playing outside as I was barbecuing. It is one of his new favorite games. He likes to push me and when I push back he starts to growl; he knows not to take it any further than a growl since I feed him, so there is no way he will bite me. We then start to get rough with one another---I always stop because he is that strong and he wears me out. With all of the girls in our household, he must miss the male bonding time---I guess we are close. Considering I flat out did not want a dog, he has gotten the best of me. Darn.

In the next few weeks, Cash will be reunited with his brother Carter for a few days. We bought both dogs almost two years ago, but Carter proved to be too rough for our kids. He has a gene in his body that is very aggressive. I was very relieved when we found a new home for him---two dogs were too many for our household.

The photo above is Cash with his beloved tennis ball. Although relatively new at the time of the picture, that ball is long gone. With slobber and dirt all over it, there is little that makes Cash happier---unless it is a bully stick. For those of you who know what it is, it’s hard to imagine how they could possible eat one. For those of you who do not know what it is, it’s your choice as to whether you want to look it up on line. You won’t believe it when you read what it is.

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The Fun House.

Long before I came into this world, there were fun houses at carnivals and fairs. With floors that twist and turn, and the need to really pay attention to what you are doing, all prove to be the making of a really fun time. When the carnival comes back to our town this spring, and it will, very little will have changed; it’s all part of the experience that over time has proven to be a sure fire way to attract people and their money.

As long as the kids are happy, I am happy.

There are foods that are served at carnivals that I have no idea how they came into existence, but they are a staple. Whether it’s the corn dog, cotton candy, or fried dough, they all make their way from the food stand to your hand to your stomach. Unfortunately when you combine all 3 sometimes they do not make for an ideal experience. I am sure you know what I am talking about.

I have seen people turn many shades of different colors when they get off some of the spinning rides or better yet, the rides that offer you the opportunity to be upside down, sideways or back and forth. As I sit here and write this, the feeling is coming back, and it’s not a good one. But for some reason, the carnivals know what people want and they deliver it.

The photo above was taken at Navy Pier in Chicago. As you walk through the pier you will find numerous photos, stained glass, and other renderings to stop you along the way. But for my little daughter, all it took was the mirrors to get her attention. As most of us know, the mirrors make you stretch and the laughs that come with it are very fun. Kind of like the fun house I remember so well.

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When you least expect it.

I am not a very big soccer fan. Check that, I know really very little about the game except that you run up and down the field and try to kick the ball into a net.

A couple of years ago, a friend of mine started a company that produces a device that holds down a soccer goal so it doesn’t fall over. I know, I thought the same thing. You’ve got to be kidding me? But then he explained it to me. This was a device he designed because he knew, first hand, of the danger a soccer goal has on unsuspecting players who grab and swing on it. Sounds innocent until it lands on top of your head, neck, arm or leg and 400 pounds of steel takes its toll. Whether it is an adult or small child the force multiplies quickly and the damage is horrific.

He was telling me of a child whom a few years ago had a goal fall on top of him; he later died. This wasn’t the first time a goal had taken a life---you can look it up on line and see it’s not as rare of an occurrence as you might think it is. All it takes is one life saved to understand why this product makes a lot of sense and should be a part of playing field. If you recall, it took one death at an NHL game for netting to be placed around the area where pucks would soar into the stands.

Last summer, when I was unemployed, my friend asked me to help him take pictures of some of the units at a local soccer field. To do this, we had to install the units on every goal. This might not seem like much of an undertaking, but 5+ hours later, I think we were almost finished. In the end he sold a number of these alert systems that warn when the goal is not firmly secured--- the best way he could demonstrate its validity was to put it in action at a tournament.

We joke, as I am the “official photographer” of the company; actually I really hope he makes millions of dollars because he has promised me when he does, he is taking my entire family on a vacation we will never forget. We have not booked our tickets, but I really do believe there is a need for this system…it’s called “Goal Alert.” As I see it, all it takes is one horrible moment, and you will be wondering how this could have happened and why they didn’t think about it. It’s only a soccer goal after all.

The photo above was taken at my daughter’s soccer game. Like many children throughout the world, soccer, football, or whatever it is called, is the world’s most popular sport. With so many people involved in the game, it’s critical that we can all return to our homes knowing we played to the best of our ability. The last thing you want to do is have a winning moment become your last on Earth.

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If you see the action, you missed the shot.

When shooting sports, kids or any moving object, if you wait to see if there’s a photo to take, it’s way too late. Sometimes it’s fate, some times it’s luck---but a lot of it is being familiar with the subject you are about ready to shoot with your camera. That’s what makes it all special---when you capture that moment that a split second ago was not there. Only your camera knows for sure if the shutter opened and closed in time.

Today fate must have been on my side. I was walking to get lunch and decided after I had picked up my food, to stop in a bookstore I had visited a few times. They sell books by the weight of the book. Yes you read that right. At $3.99 per pound it’s less than steak but more than potatoes, however if you put them together you sometimes walk out with a great meal. Today I got lobster for the price of bologna.

What could possibly be such a good deal? I purchased a practically new copy of Sports Illustrated “HOTSHOTS,” the best photos of the 21st Century. When I walked into the store I said, “I am the guy who is into photography, do you have any new books?” She said, “We do and I was wondering when you were going to come by.” I thought she was kidding but she was not. The moment I saw the book I said, “I will take it.” I picked it up and said, “This is going to be a lot more than I thought it was.” I was wrong, I got it for less than 1/3 of the cover price.

When I opened the book and saw the pictures I felt my heart take a leap. These photos are just phenomenal; they reinforce why I should be taking sports shots, and how far I really have to go to shoot for Sports Illustrated. Sure, the photographers have the best seats, and they have the best photography equipment, but what they also possess is something you can’t teach. It’s the ability to anticipate and react; one sneeze, blink, or cough and you miss your shot. It happens to everyone of course, but when you miss the shot of a lifetime, there is no turning back.

A friend of mine wrote to me today to tell me how much she enjoys reading “Snap. Shot.” and how she reads it regularly. She was honest in saying she does not read it on the weekend, but does every morning. Her daughter is a cheerleader, they just won a big tournament, and she likes when I write about cheering. So Sandi, this one’s for you and your daughter Alyssa!

The photo above was taken at a recent cheerleading event. I realize I have written about this event already, but what I liked about this photo was the “wall” that divided those teams who were on stage, and those anticipating being on the other side of the wall performing. Photography, like any sport, takes time to develop; when you feel you are ready, it takes a belief in yourself that as a photographer you can bring your camera anywhere and have the confidence you will be able to capture a moment. Whether you shoot for Sports Illustrated or the school newspaper, it’s all about doing your best and making sure you hit the button at the right time. It’s okay to miss it once in a while, there’s always another picture ready to be taken.

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American Idol.

I have a confession. I watch American Idol. As a family we gather around the TV and we sit down, watch and guess how Randy, Ellen, Kara and Simon are going to praise or humiliate the contestants. This year Randy has become a lot tougher, Kara more humane, and Simon well…you know Simon. (Ellen is very funny---I have no idea of her musical knowledge, but she does add some color to the show.) Oh, one more thing---I have never voted and doubt I will.

One of the reasons we enjoy American Idol is because we all know the guts it takes to pursue your dream in front of millions of people. Sure when the try outs are going on there are thousands who know they stand little, if no chance, of getting any further than the exit gate. They don’t even make it in front of the four judges. But then you get those who are really good. In my book they are all winners---they have a much better voice than I do. Guaranteed. For those who think it’s a joke, they are good for a laugh and they do add something to the show. (Although the 60-year-old man who sang, “Pants on the floor,” he did something that doesn’t happen often---he started a trend.)

I have never been in a real talent contest. I have entered contests for photography, won one, but that’s about it. By the way, the prize I won, I was taxed on it this year. Remember that when you enter contests---the IRS wants a piece of your good fortune!

Yesterday I spoke with a man who I am hopeful to do business with in the near future. He works for a major cable network, you would know it, and writes, produces, and directs some of the programming. I was not familiar with who he was, since he inquired about our company, so when I “Googled” his name, he more than popped up. He had 20+ articles written about him and had won many awards. We had a fun conversation, and like I said, I am hoping to do business with him in the near future. I will let you know.

Developing a show like American Idol is not easy; but when it works, and it captures America’s hearts, the money that is made is insurmountable. If you have a chance to look back at some of the old American Idol seasons, you will be shocked as to how far it has come. From a simple stage with hand written numbers on the contestant’s chests to the Hollywood production we have today. Fox knows when it has a hit and they take advantage of it in a big way.

The photo above was taken at a recent cheerleading event I sat through. It was 4 hours of limited cheering, bad jokes from the M.C., and worse yet, food that was overpriced and not very good. Check that---it was horrible. If you look at the bottom of the photo you will see the judges---or at least some of them---who determine who wins and who doesn’t. In some of the divisions there were 11 teams---the girls (sprinkled with a few boys) tried as hard as they could but someone had to be team number 11. In the end, some of the teams excelled, and others, well they walked off knowing they did their best. All in all, everyone is a winner because they gave it their all. That’s what every season of American Idol is all about; doing your very best and knowing the entire time there’s always tomorrow just in case Simon is one of the judges.

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Blue. Bills.

For many of us, including yours truly, this has been a really rough year. After coming off what I thought was the worst financial year I could imagine in 2009, it still is very challenging for many of us. However, I do believe there are good times ahead.

There are few economic indicators that I really know about or understand. Sure when the stock market rises it essentially states people have confidence in the companies that are traded on the “Big board” and that investing in them should reap nice profits. Today in the Wall Street Journal they wrote about Venture Capitalists that are opening up their investment wallets for the right companies. We’re not talking like the end of the 1990s when if it had a .com on the end of it, it must be the greatest thing since sliced bread. It’s more in the area of biotech and more internet infrastructure. The one that caught my eye was HomeAway, a vacation rental company. Why is this good? If people are taking vacations, no matter how heavily discounted, they are stepping outside their homes and enjoying themselves again.
(They have just learned in the past 2 years how to be smarter about what they spend their money on.)

If you watched the Oscar’s this weekend, you joined 14% more watchers around the globe from the previous year. For the ABC, which like the other networks who have lost market share to every other form of media, this was a welcome sign. Why? Because they will make more money next year from advertisers. Maybe not a big deal to you and I, but if the advertisers are out there, they are spending because people are spending. That’s a very good thing.

We will make it through this mess and as I have written before in “Snap. Shot.” we will be okay. More likely a lot smarter regarding credit and its effect on us, but still smarter. I received a bill the other day that broke out how long it would take if I decided to pay the minimum on it---I would be dead by the time it was completely paid. All of my kids would be married and some would be grandparents. All is well, but it put in perspective how dependent we are on spending, and how we have to be very careful.

The photo above was taken in St. Charles, MO. A town I knew very little about yet I grew up less than 10 miles away. When I saw this blue mailbox I was really taken by its color and the door. Although fairly simple, it was something I had not seen before and took the photo. For many of us the mailbox attached to our home, out by the street, or found as a slot in your door, the last year has seen it turn blue. However, if we play our cards right I believe we are not far from it turning green again with less bills and more good times ahead.

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The Doctor is out.

For many of us, gaining weight is something we deal with as we get older. However, there are some of us who have dealt with weight issues for the majority of their lives. I am one of those individuals.

I know I am not alone because every January 1, the commercials for weight loss are all over the airwaves. If Americans were that good at losing weight, and maintaining their weight loss, those commercials would disappear; looks like they are here to stay as Kirstie Alley recently announced on Oprah that she has new weight loss regiment.

Recently there have been countless studies on obesity and the impact it will have, and is having, on today’s health care system; if it’s not bad enough, just wait as today’s overweight children will deal with it as adults. That is unless substantial changes are made. Being overweight, as we have been told countless times, increases the chances of diabetes, heart disease, and many other nasty situations you most likely would like to avoid. If there has ever been a time to lose weight and get your health back, the time is now.

Having been overweight as a kid, no actually I was fat, I know how difficult it can be; you have to squeeze into your fat clothes, dress in colors that do not accentuate your “portly” body (bright colors are not good) and worse yet, deal with the comments behind your back and to your face.

But there is hope. Once you set your mind to it, you really can change your life by eating healthier. You can still have “some” of your old time favorites---just not too many of them. By learning the value of exercise, and sticking to it---you’ll not only be in better shape, but you can eat more. Oh here’s one more while were on the topic---if you are under the age of 17, or so, and you have tall genes in your family, you may still sprout. I did, however if you are not sure of your genetic makeup, don’t count on this happening. (Especially if you have really short parents.)

Dealing with weight issues is not fun---but they can be overcome. When I was in 11th grade, I worked at the dress factory where my Dad worked. Every day the “hot food” truck would pull up at break time. Every day I would eat something from it. Then after work my brother and I would go enjoy milk shakes from the local ice cream stand. It was within walking distance, but we drove to it. Wouldn’t want to burn those extra calories when I am packing them on. That summer, after I had lost 30 pounds the year before, I found them all back on my body. Fortunately I lost them all again---but it took me more than 30 years before I had another malt. I think I have had one since then. I don’t miss them at all.

The photo above was taken in New York during a recent snowstorm. Stranded on the street, this hot food truck seemed to be waiting for customers to return. There were none that day; in fact here was little happening on the street except for cars driving by and my taking pictures. Neither one proved to be too exciting. As I have gotten older I have gained some weight; I keep telling myself I am going to lose it. After writing today’s “Snap.Shot.” I am going to give it a try again. we’re nearing swimsuit season, and when the hot food truck pulls up, I want to make sure I walk by it with a smile on my face.

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Passing of the cooking torch.

Not quite a year ago, my Mom was the head cook in her household. She wasn't just the head cook, she was pretty much the only cook. My Dad was a pretty good barbecuer, but if it came indoors, it was pretty much a "no go." Well, 11 months later my Mom is gone and my Dad has learned how to grocery shop, prepare meals that can be frozen for later consumption, and now it appears he is going to be teaching his grandson the finer things he has learned in a short period of time. I think it's great.

This was a guy who didn't know how to boil water to make noodles, and now he is the "Head Chef." Together, may I present to you the team of "Chef Si" and "Sous Chef Jason." I am sure between the two of them they will make a very mean chili or possibly a really good chicken. Of course, the chicken comes from Dierberg's and is already cooked, but that's beside the point.

I spoke with my son today about his cooking skills, and it appears he has tremendous confidence in his cookie making but it drops off quickly from there. The conversation moved over to his personal life and he said that his new found friend cooked dinner for him. They are going to alternate. I suggested before he has her over for that special dinner that he might want to learn how to cook "something." Something meaning not a " try to see how it comes out meal." He thought pasta, garlic bread and salad might be something he could handle. Hey, that's more than I thought he was going to make.

Cooking is not hard actually---I do not enjoy it---but as I explained, "If you follow the directions, chances are you will come out with a good meal." Deviate off course, and add what you think will taste good, is putting the meal into the "risk area." Since he is still really young, I suspect he will learn to cook and will probably save time and money instead of eating every meal out. This is what he has been doing.

If my Dad and son become really proficient cooks, I am hoping they will eventually open their own restaurant. I know this is not likely from where they are at this point in time, but if they come up with a meal that is just incredible, why couldn't they take it to the next level? That level being guests!

How crazy of a thought is this? Well I know of someone who less than a year ago was not writing on a daily basis and now he writes every day; get this, he has a group of people who actually read what he writes. Now that is crazy.

When I spoke with my Dad, and he told me of the plans, I could not help but laugh. To think that these two will be putting on aprons (probably not) and standing in the kitchen trying to figure out the difference between a dash of this, a teaspoon of that, and cup and a half of whatever, it's something the readers of "Snap.Shot." should know about. For the few of you who are reading this today, I hope you have enjoyed what I enjoyed---the bonding of a grandfather and his grandson.

The photo above is of my Mom and Dad on 4/4/09. Although not a day when anyone felt like joking around---we learned my Mom was very ill that day---it's nice to know that there were smiles on their faces. Perhaps my Mom knew at that point that she was going to be passing the "cooking torch" on to my Dad; but I guarantee she had no idea how quickly that torch would be handed over to her grandson. That's what family cooking traditions are all about.

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It's coming.

Today we felt something we have not felt in sometime. Warmth. After many months of cold dreary days, spring made a very brief appearance. What does spring feel like? It's when you wear a jacket and don't zip it up...even where there is snow on the ground. It's when the birds are starting to sing without knowing where they were just a week ago. It's when you start to feel that maybe, just maybe, the longer days we are starting to experience are having an impact.

One of the best signs of the weather turning is when the neighbors are standing outside talking. They are not looking around thinking, "it's freezing out here", they are coming back out because after many months of being in side their homes, cars and offices, it's like they are blooming again. It's a great feeling.

I like spring a lot; love summer even more, and only during the past few years have come to appreciate fall. I do not like winter at all. I know I live in the upper Midwest but the only reason I stay has to do with employment and I do like Chicago. But besides that, if I could live here during the "good weather"---you would not find me here during the winter months. That option has yet to become available to me, so for now I am sticking with it.

Of course there are other signs of spring. You have Spring Training, the winding down of the winter sports such as hockey and basketball---of course with the playoffs they reach deep into spring and touch summer before they are over. But the real sign spring is almost here are the longer days. When I head to the train now it is getting light---when I leave work, it is still light outside. This is a big change from only a few months ago. I am very happy the winter of 2010 is in the rear view mirror. I do know there will be more days that are cold and snowy, but they will be short lived. There is a big difference when it's November and you are looking forward in comparison when it's March and looking backward knowing the very worst is behind us. Too bad it will be back---unless I move and that is not in the cards.

The photo above was taken several years ago at the Morton Arboretum. It was during a class I took on photography and we were taking pictures in a field. Everyone was taking pictures of leaves, and flowers, and other "spring time" photos; I saw a weed and thought, "wow this is interesting." I took the picture and when we reviewed our photos, they were critiqued, the teacher said, "I saw you taking that picture and i had no idea how it was going to come out." His comments were very complimentary; why was I happy? Because the week before he tore my photos apart. I guess like the change from winter to spring, there was a new life in my photos.

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Still waiting for the call.

When I first started “Snap. Shot.” a little more than 6 months ago, I said I would write for a year unless Sports Illustrated called and asked me to shoot for them. One game, that’s all it would take. Well as you might guess, they haven’t called yet. But then again, I did change my cell phone number so perhaps that’s why I have not heard from them.

I have to believe that there are times when they are looking for a photographer to cover a game; I am available, one game, what’s the big deal? I will even take pictures of the Chicago Cubs if they want me to! It’s not like I am asking to shoot the annual swimsuit issue although I am available if they need me for that as well. Okay, I will shoot two games as long as I am on the field, court, or by the ice. However,I don’t want to sit on the ice---I did that last year for figure skating and it's way too cold.

Now that I have passed one-half year writing this blog I am pretty sure it’s only a matter of time before I get the call. I mean come on, have I not demonstrated I know how to shoot sports pictures? And if they need a writer, I do have a degree from a prestigious journalism school; does it really matter that I was one of the worst writers in my class?

I have to admit that writing “Snap. Shot.” continues to be fun. I usually write it on the train either going to my job or coming from it. It all depends on the day. I have learned a lot about myself---I have learned that I really can make a commitment to something I know nothing about and stick with it. I have learned to write in a fairly concise manner and make every attempt to keep those who read every day want to come back. I do know how many people have logged on to the site over the past few months (once I figured out how to add analytics to the site) and there have been a lot of people who have “stopped by.” Thanks to all who have.

The photo above was taken at Fenway Park in Boston. I watched the Red Sox pummel the Royals; it’s okay I was there to have fun and take pictures. When I saw this player talking to someone who was inside the scoreboard, I knew I had to have this picture. I still think it’s fun, and it’s what makes a sports photo more than an action photo. I am sure Sports Illustrated would have loved this picture, but then again they haven’t called me. Yet.

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The path.

I spoke with my oldest daughter yesterday. Okay, I also spoke with my other daughters as well, but that’s not the point I am trying to make. We discussed an interview she has coming up; she will have to travel out of town for it and she wanted me to know what's happening. We are at the point in time where she will truly be breaking away. More than just going to college, the real world waits for her.

She was telling me about the interview and how she is really hoping it happens on a certain date because she has commitments. I totally understood her wishes, but I also said, “You will need to go when they say they can meet with you.” Pretty simple when you think about it. I know she reads “Snap.Shot.” on a regular basis, so not only will she recall the conversation, but also I will likely hear about it. That’s okay this is what being a parent is all about.

Life’s path takes you on some pretty amazing journeys. With your first steps on the path, you are reasonably sure you have made the right choice; then a slight curve happens and you adjust to what has now been dealt to you. Things tend to straighten out for a while, and then a twist takes you on a journey you had no idea was coming. Could be that special person coming into your life, a new job, or a multitude of things.

It’s when the path turns out to be a roller coaster that things really become fun. “Fun” may not be the best description, because sometimes it’s no fun at all, but it does test your ability to handle new and different challenges. This might be a sick loved one, loss of a job and/or end of a marriage. But the interesting thing is, you usually see the path smooth out over time and when it does, the path takes you on the next journey. Through it all you have expanded your experience with life’s twist and turns, and you are a better person because of it.

The photo above was taken at the Morton Arboretum this past fall. What I love about the photo is fairly simple. You think you can follow the path, but there are areas around the bend you don’t see. I like to think these are the “molders” in life; those challenges that make you a better, stronger, more knowledgeable person. We all have our paths in life, and they are all different. That’s part of being an individual; no matter what you think might lie ahead, there will be a twist and turn that makes you look back and think, “I never knew where this path was going to take me.”

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Different.

Sometimes it’s not easy when you feel like you are different in a sea of sameness. Not that it’s always a bad thing, but it is a bit awkward. As someone who travels, and is travelling more, I have again started to get used to being with, “Me, Myself, and I.” This is not a plea for empathy it’s just something that you have to get used to when you have not done it in a while.

While in NY this past week, I got to know a number of new people who I was not anticipating meeting. From the man at the service station (yes I do ask for directions) to the woman at the decaying hotel (yes I got lost after getting the “right directions” from the guy at the service station) to the two guys in the middle of “who knows where” who helped me find my way to the airport---I want to say “thanks!” I have been asked, “why don’t you have a GPS?” All I can say now is, “that’s a really good question.”

The other night when I dined for 3rd time at the same place, and had the same meal each time, I began to think about how I am someone who has the opportunity to explore the world (within U.S. boundaries at this time) yet still carry a lot of the same habits with me.
When I find something l like, such as the vegetable Panini, I order it more than once. Sue me.

It’s only when I am involved in something that requires real concentration that I break from my usual pattern. Whether it’s business, meeting up with friends, or of course photography, I change course. Usually with little fear; but the other day I was concerned when I was taking photos at Midway airport. I sensed that I was being watched by security as I took photos of an airplane being de-iced. I was kind of right; I say, “kind of” because once I put the camera away security went away. I do not like the feeling of being watched, even though I am usually doing the watching through my lens.

I actually, for some crazy reason, have “trust” in people. Maybe it’s my Midwestern upbringing, I don’t know. But when it’s very obvious by my lack of a New York accent, when everyone else’s is “thick” and difficult to understand, that you come across as being truly different. Deep down, I love it---maybe that’s why I am in sales. It’s that opportunity not to walk in everyone else’s path.

The photo above was taken in a field adjacent to the neighborhood where we purchased our dogs. (We only have one now). When I saw the thousands of orange flowers I knew I had to have the picture, but it was when I saw a “lone weed,” I immediately knew I had the picture that told a story. Sure it’s not easy standing out amongst a sea of clones, but when you do, you usually have a story to tell. For me, it’s usually found in “Snap.Shot.”

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Trust.

There are few words that stand for so many different thoughts, feelings, and emotions than the word “trust.” From the moment we come into this world, we start to build “trust” with our parents and siblings--- and over time move well outside the circle of our immediate family. If you sit back and think about it, without trust we would live in “anarchy” and “distrust.” That sounds like a lot of fun doesn’t it?

In the beginning when our parents “hand us over” to a loved one such as a grandparent, brother or sister, these are the first signs of knowing there are other people in your life who care about you. When you are introduced to your first childcare center, nanny, or “bratty 12-year old girl who would rather talk on the phone, go on Facebook, or have friends over” that’s when the fun begins. Kids do not like the transition and they most certainly let it be known. We still get questioned, “Are you going out tonight? Who is going to be with us?”

As we get older, say 3 to 4 years old, we begin to develop more trust in our “new best friends” that are in abundance in our lives. We have play dates, sit side-by-side playing with toys, and when were not happy, we push them over and cry. When are friends want to leave, we want the next "best friend to come over. Ah, what a great time.

As we mature we no longer want our parents telling us what to do because, let’s face it, we are old enough to make our own decisions. Come on, we’re over 10 years old. It’s when money, rides, or other critical needs come up, that “we parents” become important again---if only for a brief moment.

The big break comes, and we have all been there, when we leave our homes for the “real world.” The first job, first love, first bills…all have major significant live changes in our lives. But when something goes wrong, and the job doesn’t work out, or the person you can’t live without says he/she can without you, where do we turn? Of course back to our “first trusted source.” Thank G-d for our families---no one cares more about us than our parents and siblings; no matter how important your job, even if it is the head of genetic coding of sheep at the University of Genealogy, you are always welcome at the front door of your childhood home.

The photo above signifies real trust. My daughter is one of the girls who will catch the “Flyer.” I am more than fine with her being on the ground as I have seen the “Flyer” hit the floor too many times. Cheerleading is a very rough sport due to all of the potential injuries that can occur; however for the female participants in the sport (yes there are some guys who cheerlead) what’s most important is the trust it instills in working together. Although basic, it’s what I believe are the steppingstones to carrying on very important traits in our adult life. All I can say is, you are going to have “trust me” on that one.

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