Happy Birthday Dad.

Today is my Father’s birthday. I realize we all have birthdays, and my Dad has had more than I have had---but no one, and I mean no one, deserves to have his birthday celebrated more this year than my Dad.

I have written about him in previous “Snap.Shot’s.” I wrote about his upbringing, the time I hit him in the head with a curve ball and the seams were visible on his forehead (when the ball broke downward it was a thing of beauty until he missed it with his glove), and one of my favorite entries, when I wrote about his being my hero. I can tell you those words could never ring more true.

My Dad was born in 1928---for those of you doing math, he turned 82 today. So what did he learn in the past year---or who says you can’t teach an old Dad new tricks. (You didn’t think I was going to call him a dog did you??) Probably the most dynamic change my Dad encountered was losing his wife, my Mom, of nearly 60 years. Can you imagine spending that much time with one person? I can---they were in love.

So what did he learn?

My Dad learned how to grocery shop and many of the tricks needed to maneuver through the store. He learned for example not to buy too much because it spoils and as he has told me, “you just toss it away.” He learned they will actually cook your food for you at the local grocery store---all you have to do is ask. And the best thing he learned---was how to cook. Here is a man who was not sure how to make noodles---and now he makes a mean meal!

But he won’t be making too many meals this week, I learned he is booked with birthday dinners ---the man is very thin, perhaps this is the way to make him “plump.” (Nope, ain’t likely to happen.)

The one thing I can say about my Dad is he is one heck of a nice man. I have seen him angry before, but I would say over the past 5 decades of my life, I could probably count the number of times he yelled on one hand. I sometimes do 2 hands worth of yelling in a day…I missed his gene on that one.

Now, I know this is asking a lot, and I don’t want to burden you, but if you are reading “Snap. Shot” tonight, would you send an e-mail wishing my Dad a Happy Birthday. His e-mail address is: Srosen4638@aol.com. He doesn’t quite get this blogging stuff, I don’t really either, but it would be fun if he got a note. Actually he would be shocked.

The photo above was taken at my Dad’s 80^th birthday party. It was a wonderful time and as I look at this photo I just can’t believe how much has happened since this picture was taken. Dad, you are the #1 in my life---I cannot thank you for all you have done for me and my family. I know I spoke with you today, and I did tell you I would be writing about you in “Snap.Shot.,” but I want you to know I love you and Happy Birthday!

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Where I come from.

Although I live in Chicago, for some reason I still know my roots are in St. Louis; when I think about what I left when I moved up here there were some things I do miss about “the Gateway to the Midwest” and some things I don’t.

If you have been reading “Snap. Shot.” for some time, you would know I loved the area where I grew up. I wrote one blog all about the garage of the house where I grew up; although I have no real allegiance to a garage, there were certain things about it that made for funny stories. Whether it was the window that someone (not me thankfully) drove through, the brick wall my Mom hit and it crumbled, or probably one of my favorites---the side of the garage where my sister (who had not ridden a bike in a long while) fell against. It was not only funny to see live, we have it on VHS tape!

There are other things about St. Louis that make me sometimes wish I was still living there---the Cardinals, the friends who live there, or just being able to have family around. It’s likely not to happen anytime soon, but I still have very fond memories about growing up in the heartland.

Now what do I not miss about St. Louis?

The weather. I know, I live in Chicago and I complain about the St. Louis weather? Have you been in St. Louis during the summer time? It’s miserable. Similar to stepping inside a terrarium, it seems to have its own little ecosystem. We used to have a terrarium in our house, I don’t remember who brought it into the home, but it seems fitting we had one in our home to remind us how humid it is outside.

I would miss not having certain professional sports. I am not talking baseball, football or hockey---I would really miss the NBA. Yes, that’s a bit over the top, but I do love the Chicago Bulls and I am determined to see them win another championship. I know can follow them anywhere I would live, but it’s kind of like following the Cardinals and not living there---something is just not complete.

That’s about it.

As my father gets older, and my Mom is now gone, I feel the need to be closer to the people who have molded me. Tomorrow is my Dad’s birthday, you will be reading more about that---but when you have lived away from your family for more than half your life, you do think about it. I do…and you…it was often in “Snap.Shot.”

The photo above was taken at Wrigley Field in Chicago; with Cub and Cardinal fans, there is no black and white. In the case of these two teams, it comes down to being “black and blue.”

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What’s the deal with animals?

I don’t know why I like to photograph animals as much as I do---my kids feel the same way. They are tiring of going to the zoo countless times, and even our dog seems to run away once the trust Nikon comes out. But, for some reason there is something about animals that captures my imagination.

I would have to say my favorite animal to photograph would be a giraffe. These graceful creatures are so tall, yet unlike many of the NBA players who are over 7 feet tall, they are completely in sync with the flow of their bodies; since most of us has seen one, we know they gracefully move in a rhythm unlike many other animals, or humans, I personally have seen. The one thing I have noticed about giraffes, from afar, is their very human-like ways of expressing love. When a baby giraffe, or calf, is introduced into a heard, the mother is extremely protective; yes she gives it distance at times, but she also makes sure she knows at all times its location.

I really don’t see this with many other animals---for example, one “Snap. Shot.” entry had a photo of a female tiger and her two cubs. Her male counterpart, just a few weeks later, killed one of the cubs. Zoo officials were horrified---yet there were jobs lost because it is well known the male tiger is very jealous.

In other “Snap. Shots,” we saw photos of orangutans, lions, eagles, Cash our dog, and many other non-humans. What was fun about writing about this was there was always a story; from the love of the mother orangutan and her little baby to the bald eagle almost not being America’s bird to one of my favorites---describing how our dog Cash is no angel. Although written many months ago, I am happy to report, nothing has changed---Cash is still a goofy Boxer.

The photo above is one of my recent favorites. Taken at the zoo in Philadelphia, I had a break in between meetings, and took photos of the release of the new baby giraffe to the public. It was broadcast on the radio that day, and when I saw the zoo was a few minutes away, figured this was much more important than lunch. I believe I was right. There is much to love about animals; I always make sure to capture it as best as I can, as long as I am behind a lens and the railing.

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Life in the bloodstream.

Life in the bloodstream.

“Ain't it hard when you discover,

Your energy has to leave you for another,

Don't it make you wanna lay down and cry


When they tell you it's time you have to die.”

-Burton Cummings, The Guess Who.

For the vast majority of us, this is probably the first time you have seen the above lyrics. The same is true for me, however I have known this song for more than 35 years, I just didn’t know the real lyrics.

The song is all about life and what is passed on from one person to another; what an important role we have in life. Over the past year I have learned a lot about living;the good, the hard and the tragic. I feel like I have completely exposed myself as I wrote about my Mom’s illness, family, and the individuals who have made are in my life. From my parents, to my kids, to my wife and the many people who I have crossed paths with. “Snap.Shot.” has been one of the most rewarding and challenging experiences I have encountered---I am really glad I saw that damn movie, “Julie and Julia.”

The one thing I have learned about life is to appreciate it. Without it you have nothing, with it you have everything. Sure there are bumpy roads, but luckily they do smooth out along the way; I believe what I have learned most is to take the bumpy roads and learn from them. One thing I have tried to apply in life is it’s okay to make mistakes---just try not to make the same ones more than once. When you do make them a few times---really do your best to not make it a habit.

Some of my favorite “Snap.Shot.” entries were, “The Unexpected Call. (http://mrosenbaum123.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexpected-call.html) when we met my Mom’s caregiver, Anise, “We all have our heroes,”

(http://mrosenbaum123.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-all-have-our-heroes.html) which was about my Dad. Yes there were countless entries but some had to stand out from the others. There is little doubt the most difficult one to write, and the one I have read many times, was the one about my Mom passing away. I learned she was gone when I was on the train commuting home, probably the longest ride home I have ever encountered.

I love life; yes there are times when it just sucks and it sucks everything out of you, but then you turn around and you are sucked right back into it. I live for both---but enjoy the better side much more. As I am nearing the end of a year writing--- I am doing everything I can to realize it’s almost over. Part of me can’t wait for it to end, the other part of me knows I am going to miss it. I have to keep reminding myself, I can always write more when I feel like it.

The photo above says a lot about “Snap.Shot.” When I started writing I needed a lot of handholding. I needed the reassurance that my reasoning for writing was not outlandish. Then I started to hear from people who said I was helping their days move forward by providing them a fresh start to their day---in the end, I believe all has evened out and together we are walking along enjoying the journey we have taken together.

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Reflections of a ““Snap. Shot.”

During the past 12 months I have learned a lot; I have learned about photography, people who I have photographed, making a commitment, and not being afraid to put my words out on the internet. Most important I have learned about life. I am not sure how many people have actually read, “Snap. Shot.” but even if I had been the only reader it was worth it.

It’s been a hell of a year to say the least, and this has been a personal adventure I will never forget and was not sure I would complete.

I am going to reflect on some of the areas where I have learned, so if this is going to bore you, of which I hope it won’t, please skip to the bottom. As I have pretty much done from day #2, I will say, “thanks for stopping by” and you can go off and enjoy the weekend. But please stay, I am hoping these last few entries will bring you full circle of what this adventure has brought to me and hopefully you as well.

When I started “Snap. Shot.” I had no idea where it was going to go. The entire idea was based upon the movie, “Julie and Julia”---a chick flick that I had no intention on seeing. I am glad I did. No, I really didn’t like it, but I thought it was an interesting, contemporary movie. If you go back to the first day you will notice a couple of things---there was not a picture and I didn’t close it with “Thanks for stopping by.” I did however make a challenge to Sports Illustrated Magazine. If they wanted this daily rambling to stop, all it took was one photo shoot---on the field, anywhere, and “Snap. Shot.” would be history. Obviously, they never contacted me. Part of me is happy, part of me was really up for the challenge of shooting pictures with the best of the best, but part of me knew it would never happen. (Yes as I have mentioned before, I really do know people at Sports Illustrated---shows you there is no favoritism!)

What has this past year taught me?

I have learned about life---it’s lows of being unemployed, the highs of being in love, and the fear of illness, plus a lot more. During the past year, my Mother passed away, my youngest daughter gave us the scare of our life back in early January, and we had 365 days of living not always knowing what the next day would bring to us.

I have learned about passion---the passion of every day life, family and remaining 100% in love with a hobby that has added such depth to who I am---photography (and writing.) The best part of both is it provides me with opportunity to tell those who mean so much to me how I really feel about them—from my family to friends, to the love of my life, my wife Susan.

I have learned about commitment and responsibility---“Snap. Shot.” is and was my “youngest child” for the past 12 months. I have seen it grow from an unfocused idea, to one I am really proud to have taken on, to one I am sending off to be on its own.

During the next few “Snap. Shot’s.” I will work to relive some of what I felt were the best entries---if I have missed some, let me know about it. I would love to know your opinions.

The photo above was taken in Washington D.C. a few years back. I felt it was really fitting for today’s, “Snap. Shot.” as it supports what this crazy “blog” has been all about---looking back and reflecting on life and the names of very special people who allowed me to make this an incredible journey.

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Blago.

Unless you have been living under a rock, and for some it works, our former Governor is in a lot of trouble. Yes he was only convicted on one count out of 24, you can be sure the next go around he will likely not be as lucky.

Last night we learned his legal team had called it a day. He paid them $2.4 million dollars for their services, and now there is no more money in the kitty. So, unless he comes up with a dynamic team working pro bono, he will likely get a junior who just graduated from law school. Yes it works in John Grisham novels, but not usually in the real world.

The state of Illinois has been blessed with a lot of corrupt Governor’s. In fact we are 2 for 2 for the last ones who held the office. George Ryan is nestled up in jail near Terre Haute, IN. Have you been there? I mean the town, not the penitentiary? I have.

There is nothing wrong with the town---hey Larry Bird played basketball there---but the town has an odor that permeates. I don’t know what it is, but it really does smell. It would be only fitting if Blago joined Ryano there.

It’s hard to believe we elected and re-elected these men; in the case of Blagojevich, he ran on cleaning up government in the state----I have a feeling when he is on work duty he will be cleaning up other messes. But who knows.

The photo above reminded me of Blago. This duck had feathers perched on his head. It is part of the breed. When he turned to look at me I thought, wow this is a “Snap.Shot.” photo. When he was trying to save his job, this photo would have been appropriate. Once he was arrested, he was a sitting duck.

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The lifeline.

Typically, when I think about lifelines, I will usually visualize Regis Philbin on “Who wants to be a Millionaire” and the three he used to give to contestants who were in the “hot seat.”

Lifelines are now part of our every day speak; whether it’s a lifeline when human beings literally hold on to one another for support bringing another person to safety, or a virtual lifeline when you know someone is in need and you help them out in anyway you can. Either way, this act of understanding and kindness is the true “paying it forward” in life.

Throughout life we all perform acts of kindness that could be seen as “little lifelines.” It might be a person on the street who needs money, a lost child who needs his Mom and Dad, or a home on the street where protection is promised when safety is in question. Regardless of the situation, it is always important to know a lifeline is out there.

Today we learned of an event where a lifeline was put out there and a good deed occurred---but there was an unbelievable end to the story. I lifeguard in Wisconsin saved a person's life; the life guard was injured in the process. When he was taken by ambulance to the hospital, the lifeguard was presented with a bill for the ambulance---and the county will not help out. Needless to say, the last thing this young man will have to pay is his bill, the outreach has been overwhelming and all will be taken care of.

We all have our lifelines in life. Some take full credit for their good deed, and some like the late George Steinbrenner gave under one condition---you could not tell he had done the good deed. We learned of a number of stories when he recently passed away.

I have been blessed with a lot of lifelines in my life. I too have tried to be a lifeline to others. But most important, to those who have helped me out, thank you I never could have done it with out you. To those that I have helped, please play the George Steinbrenner role—I don’t want credit just please do something for some one else.

The photo above was taken near Lake Michigan. What I like most about this photo is the orange line leading to the building. Just like when we are lost at times, knowing there is a lifeline out there let’s us go back to the safety and security of shore. There are many people who I would like to thank for their help during the past year I have been writing “Snap. Shot.” You know who you are and all I can say is thank you. I will never forget the lifeline you have thrown out to me---and I will take your generosity to a very important next step.

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The quietest house on Halloween.

Yesterday some of us were talking about some property located on the southern side of the village where we live. It’s about 4 miles away from our home. About 4 years ago they tore down a building that had been on this ground for many years; they built a miniature golf course and playground area for kids in its place.

When I asked about the building that had been there prior to these changes, a deep breath by the person I was talking with actual fear in his voice I was told the building was thought to be haunted. I said, “Sure.” Funny thing is, he was serious. It had been unoccupied for many years and as the weeds grew tall so did the stories that went along with it.

I was told kids who were the bravest in school would never go near it; that the rumors of weird things happening ran rampant. All in all, here I was, standing on the grounds of an area where they were sure dead people used to hang out and no one was willing to laugh it off as a joke. I am sure there are many areas of the country where similar situations occur---I know it’s not really happening, but then again, you just never know. At least according to these people.

This is one of the reasons I hate scary movies. I know when you are sitting in your seat and others are around you that you could not be any safer. However, it’s the lead-in’s that just kill me; combine the music, the suspense, and the “unknowing” and it really does play on your emotions. At least mine. I remember the house next door to our home had an unexpected death occur long ago---sure enough kids would come around and point and say, “there’s where she died and I am sure I saw blood.” Funny thing about this story, it happened more than 40 years ago. I guess there are some things you never forget.

The photo above was taken along Highway 55 traveling from St. Louis back to Chicago. Over the years I had seen this home from a distance and always wondered about its heritage. Although I don’t have any information to tell you, one day I did get off at the exit and drove around to see what it looked like from the back. I could only see a very tall structure---it was dark. I knew I had gotten as close as I wanted and knew if I lived in this area growing up, which I did not, this was one house I would never visit on Halloween.

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Wintertime fun.

Recently I had a conversation with one of the executives of the Chicago Blackhawks; his daughter is on my daughter’s soccer team, and ironically he lives 2 doors down from some good friend’s of ours. That’s my 15 minutes of fame, hope you enjoyed it.

Actually, that has nothing to do with today’s “Snap. Shot.” When we were talking, and I heard he had played professional hockey, I wanted to reassure him he and I had nothing in common in the skills area. I informed him that not only could I not skate backward, but I could not “crosscut.” If you know anything about ice skating, that’s when you put one foot over the other to turn and go in a different direction. It’s really hard to believe I had the guts to play hockey. I really sucked.

Although I did play on a hockey team, I played more “street and pond hockey.” We would live for the days when the pond would freeze over; then we would take our talents to the pond that was located about a mile from our home. Now, there is one thing about St. Louis that’s different from many other cities in the Midwest. There can be days when it is really cold---and the next day or two, it can really warm up. This is not good for ice on a pond.

It must have been in late February or early March when my brother and I were pretty sure the ice was in a condition for us to be able to skate and shoot the puck around. It was cold outside as we trudged along from the car to the pond; back then you didn’t wear your skates when you went to the rink or pond, you carried them and sat down to put them on. My brother could really put his skates on fast and this day was no exception. As I pulled and tugged on the laces, he was up and ready to go well before I had my first one on. He stepped on the ice, gave it a quick once over and proceeded to skate out to the center.

Then it happened. Have you ever heard ice make cracking sounds? It would be a sound you would likely not forget; for me, kind of like the drill at the dentist’s office.

He really didn’t get too far when I knew we were not going to be playing hockey that day. He went right into the pond. My first reaction? I could not stop laughing. He was really cold as he climbed out of the hole that was now water.

This is where it got really funny. What did he catch besides a cold? A fish was in his pants. We still tell this story---it was a memory that would be tough to forget.

The photo above is of our sled. Before we had saucers we had sleds. They really didn’t work well in the deep snow, but when you had an iced over street, and you were ready for some fun, this racer was the one that would get you to the bottom fast. We don’t have these types of sleds in our home any longer---but the one thing we do have are the memories of wintertime fun.

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Culture-less.

If you are an Eagles fan, I am referring to the band, you might remember the song “Hotel California.” One of my favorite lines in the song, and I use it often is, “You can check in but you can’t check out.” It seems for many people, this seems to be the way they live their lives---they have the same interests they had when they were growing up as they have today.

As I have grown up, and in some ways I actually have, I have seen my interests diversify quite a bit. A long time ago I was fortunate, I guess, to see a performance at the Civic Opera House in Chicago. Of what I recall, and it has been many years, a soloist and a piano player played and sang for about two hours. Of course since I was not a frequent patron of the arts, the black ties that everyone else was wearing during this mid-afternoon concert, were under shadowed by my sweater and khakis. Hey, I was much more comfortable than they were in one way. I might add, that was my last time at the Opera House; however when you walk by you sometimes will hear the singers belting out their tunes---I just walk quickly by and smile.

Now I might not be a huge opera fan, but I do enjoy going to art shows, museums and events that would be seen as a lot different from the ice skating rinks, Denny’s, and Steak n’ Shake’s I used to visit when I went out with friends. Although they are culturally diverse----at least at Steak n’ Shake you can sit in your car and have your food delivered to you---they do have one thing in common; it was a great place to meet girls. (That was a big deal when we were in our formative years.) As a matter of fact, one of my friends from high school ended up meeting his wife at Denny’s!

Culture and photography actually go hand in hand very nicely. I know if I had the opportunity to shoot photos of professional ballet dancers, I would do it in a heartbeat. They are graceful, provide movement that can be captured in a photograph, and ballerinas were the subjects of some of the master photographers who I am in awe of. All you have to do is look at Alfred Eisenstaedt’s portraits at the ballet and know it is a shot worth taking. How do I know? I have one of his photos.

The photo above is an example of my change in tastes. At one point I would have looked at this statue and seen a woman without a top on (I am a guy after all) but when I took this photo I saw something much different and wanted to capture it that way. I wanted to have the railing purposefully lead the viewer's eye to the statue; and then once they did that, then they could tell she was not wearing a top.

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The nest.

Last night we went to a friend of ours 50^th birthday party---we were late arriving because we also were having our annual block party on our street. We are not that popular, both just coincided with one another.

What was interesting to hear were the number of comments about how they are preparing to be “empty nesters” either once their kids go back to school or in just a couple of years. I did the math and thought---we have more than a decade until we will be making these claims. A decade. Now for some families it is tough because for so many years they have experienced a full house and the noise and buzz is the norm. I understand, because for the last 26 years this has been my life. I am just fine with it.

There is little doubt kids bring a lot to making a house a home and making you laugh and smile. They also help you worry---like when you wonder where they are when it’s late at night, why they have a fever and what that could mean, and why their friends are excluding them? We do experience a lot of emotions through our kids---it’s just part of being a parent.

I do believe, and to all you Dads out there don’t stop reading, “Snap. Shot.,” that the Mom really takes the brunt of the worrying at times. At least in our household. Our girls confide, whine, and show very deep love to my wife. It’s not that they don’t love me, it’s just part of our household. I am just fine with that---I hear about it anyway, I am just one step removed. Some things I really don’t want to hear about but often do just the same. I am sure you can figure it out.

Are we ready to be empty nesters? My answer really doesn’t matter of course, but there is something very nice about seeing your children get older. I know in our case they are still quite young, but in many respects they are growing up so fast---riding bikes, having sleepovers, and being kids. We have a full nest, but over time it will be seeing it’s members fly off to experience new and different worlds.

The photo above was taken in Las Vegas earlier this year. When I saw the photo mural in the background, and these guys walking around with illuminated signs featuring “baby chicks,” I knew there was a story. And as the story goes, when it’s time to leave the roost, you know you are always welcome for a visit back to the coop.

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Magic Rocks, sea monkeys, and x-ray glasses.

When I was growing up, I used to read comic books. I remember some of my earliest ones were Batman, Spiderman, and Archie. Back then they sold for about 12 cents per issue---some of the more expensive ones were probably a quarter. Those days as we know are long past as comics today are several dollars. I wish I had kept the comics I read, they would be worth more today than my precious bobble head collection. (That’s for another “Snap.Shot.”)

One of the things I enjoyed most about reading the comics was when I went to the back of the issue and looked at all of the advertisements; you had the opportunity to deliver “Grit,” I think it was a newspaper, earn valuable toys selling junk in your neighborhood, and the best of all---and I am being honest here---you could own a real monkey. I saw that ad and I was determined to have a monkey in my room.

It didn’t happen.

But the best of the best, were the magic rocks, sea monkey’s and x-ray glasses that let you look through people’s clothes. There was also a piece of plastic that when held in front of your black and white TV screen, would make it look like it was a color TV; keep in mind, we didn’t have a color TV in our house until I was probably 10, so this was a miracle.

The magic rocks were really cool---they were long and reached upward to the top of the fish tank you would place them in. The sea monkey’s, well I later found out these were actually brine shrimp…I was flabbergasted as these were the same creatures I fed to my fish. Where were the smiles I saw in the ad, and the home they lived in?

The crazy part about these products---they are still available. They have just been re-packaged and the prices are a lot more today than when they were advertised in the back of my favorite Batman comic book.

The photo above was taken at the “Garden of the Gods” in Colorado; when I first heard about this place, and how beautiful it was, I didn’t believe it could live up to its reputation. They were right, it is breath taking. The rocks breaking through the trees reminded me of magic rocks---all that was missing were the sea monkey’s and x-ray glasses and I would have swore I was back reading an Archie comic book with Jughead, Veronica, Betty and the gang.

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Glory Days.

“Glory days well they'll pass you by

Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye

Glory days, glory days.”

--Bruce Springsteen

Recently I “re-connected” with a few people who I went to high school with; we were in the same class, but I can honestly say, I remembered them, but I am reasonably sure they didn’t remember me. I am fine with it, I didn’t think they would have--- but on a social site like Facebook, when you find someone who you really did know, and you “friend” them, you hear from other people as well. That’s what happened to me.

I was a bit surprised when I heard from some people---I mean, they could not have been impressed with my picture on the site, it’s of 2 giraffes. I don’t think that would make people want to say hello.

After thinking about it, I looked at a number of the “friends” on their lists. I saw a lot of familiar names and some people looked very good, and well we all know the other side---many didn’t. But that’s okay, I was really not that interested. Okay, I was, so sue me.

What was amazing to me was how these same people, the ones we viewed as unapproachable (I was not cool), were suddenly living normal lives. We placed them on this ridiculous pedestal, and they saw themselves as looking up at the same one. I heard from one old school friend, and she told me how shy she really was. Since this was through instant messaging, I had to re-read her comment. She was shy? I never knew.

When we are in our wonder years, glory days and at the end of the innocence, we are sure no one is going through the same feelings we are; social sites like Facebook are proving this to be not the norm. When you do re-connect, you learn a lot about people. Although it may have taken 30 years to get to this point… you learn they are just as normal as you are and in many instances they now look at you and think, “I wish I knew him/her back in high school—and vice versa.”

The photo above is what a lot of my former high school(ers) looked like when they were in their glory years. They were athletic, popular and at the top of the class. As we learn more about their lives, it’s good to know they are doing well—it’s better to know the playing field has been leveled.

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Understanding.

If you read “Snap. Shot.” on a regular basis you may have taken note I rarely write about my wife, Susan. It’s not like I am purposefully avoiding her, I have been waiting to save the best for last. I still have several days left before I go on hiatus, but I felt today was an important day to talk about her. There will be more blogs about her—she deserves it.

Susan and I met a number of years ago when she worked at an advertising agency and I was selling advertising in magazines. She was my best friend’s girlfriend’s roommate (Did you follow that?) and I barely knew her. Over the years I would see her at agencies she worked at, and we would say hello, ask how things were going and small chitchat. When you see someone every 2 or 3 years, life revolves around chitchat and really nothing more.

One thing I always noted about her was her ability to listen and genuinely care about what you were saying. That is a rare trait—one I don’t always possess. Hey just being honest here. Several years later I got to know her better as we started to do business with one another and I learned about her kids, love of photography and life in general. She worked hard and loved her kids; I will never forget on her desk was a photo she took of her two little girls---one I still see in our home today. It’s a great picture---it has the softness Susan brings to photography, the unique angles that make it a “wow,” and the feeling she has for these two little girls who are now in their teens.

The ability to listen and understand is not only a rare trait---it’s infectious…Susan is a very strong person and has dealt with many personal challenges/tragedies. Frankly, I don’t know how she does it---but then again, she puts up with me, so that should tell you a lot right there.

When I first told her I was considering writing a blog she encouraged me to do it; I am sure in the back of her mind she probably thought I would have a difficult time writing every day. She was right, but over time it becomes something you look forward to. Especially when you hear from people who tell you how your words have had an effect on their day and how they have lived similar situations. Life is not that unique---we just have to find ways to express ourselves.

Probably the most important blog I ever wrote was the day Susan called me on the train and told me my Mom had passed away. Certainly that was a very difficult phone call to make, and to receive, but it would only be someone like Susan who could deliver it to me in a way that made me feel all was going to be okay.

Why? She understands.

The photo above is what Susan is all about. With our youngest daughter she is at eye level and talking to her---her face says she has compassion and our daughter looking down let’s me know she is hearing every word Susan is saying. When you understand, you are the most important person in the world. That’s Susan.

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Team. Work.

In many aspects of life we work as teams. It might be as simple as in the delivery room when a soon to be mother and father work as a team to bring a human being in to the world. Of course the doctor is the manager of the team, but when you bring it all together something wonderful begins. That’s teamwork.

From the delivery room to everyday life, working as teams never stops. We learn to work together in school---we may not always like our teammates, because we feel they are not living up to full expectations, but we learn to work through it. I would like to personally thank all of my former teammates for taking on a larger role than I ever did---I appreciate it very much.

It becomes a lot more interesting when we move into competitive sports. That’s when teamwork either works or fails miserably. A good example would be some of the displays of anger that have happened in dugouts between players; just the other day a pitcher and catcher got into it. I can only imagine how the rest of the game worked out---they are supposed to get along after all.

When it becomes necessary to have a person’s trust---such as a situation where you might die---we focus on what it takes to make it work and not let it deviate off course. Jump out of a plane, you better know what you are doing---you don’t want to upset your partner. The one cool thing we saw this weekend was how everyone rallied about to make sure lost children were found at the Air & Water show---over kids were getting separated from their parents, and roars would go out when they were found.

The photo above was taken at the Ringling Bros.. Circus. When it’s life or serious injury, you know what needs to be done. Do something nice for your teammates.

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The chase.

For many of us, staying ahead of the game is the way we have to play everyday life. Life moves forward at a brisk pace, and we either are out in front, or we are passed by. I know both sides of this situation---being out in front is a lot better than the second option.

In the business world, and in everyday life, I see a lot of people and situations where people are looking to move out in front when they really have no reason to do so. They feel it's important to be #1 (I have seen it with parents who want to live their lives vicariously through their children's lives) and in business when it is believed that the more you push someone away, the more they will want to get closer to you. These are people I find interesting to be around, and in some morbid fashion, the ones I like to photograph.

Why would you ask?

Because as a photographer you see people in a number of different ways; you see their true sides when they want to look good and they are so appreciative when you make them look better. By the way, you can do the opposite, but why bother? I won't.

The photo above was taken at the Missouri Tigers football game two years ago. Sitting in the stands with many of my fraternity brothers from long past, I was able to "level the playing field" with many people who I lived with 30+ years ago who like the quarterback above---were always running ahead of the pack and forgetting how important it is to stop and smell the roses.

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Remembering 9/11.

We are less than a month away from the 9^th anniversary of that horrific day; like most of us, this is a day we will never forget no matter how badly we would like to put it behind us.

Today’s blog isn’t about September 11, 2001, it’s about the flying machines that made this day---similar to December 7^th, 1941--- a day that will live in infamy.

This past weekend, the city of Chicago continued to run smoothly even though there were airplanes whizzing by the buildings and darting around the lakeshore. If you have been to Chicago during the annual “Air & Water Show,” you know these planes mean business and to those on the ground watching, they are very entertaining. I am not sure how the pilots handle the pressure of near misses, flying upside down, and slicing through the skies in formation---but they do. It’s amazing.

This past week, I vowed not to go to this event because the crowd size was predicted to reach at least 2 million. I am not a huge fan of crowds, but we decided to go; we even went against the advice of the city and drove in. I was shocked how easy it was to maneuver through this potential mess--we made it to the city faster than we normally would with or without an extra 2 million people hanging around.

The airplanes are amazing. There really is no better way to explain it. I was talking with a guy, who was sitting near us, and he knew a lot about planes, and he told me some of the planes would be topping 500 miles an hour as they flew overhead. It’s one thing when they are flying across the globe, but these planes were flying a couple of miles and then turning back to wow the audience.

After we had been on the beach for 3 hours, we discussed leaving. I told someone nearby who I was talking with and she said, “You are leaving before the Blue Angels?” I said, “Are they really that good?” She couldn’t get out her response out fast enough---that was all we needed to hear. We stayed and it was well worth it. They are incredible---they are epitome of jet fighters---they zip, twirl and literally rip through the sky. I was glad we listened to her recommendation---and I am glad my wife convinced me to go.

The photo above reminds me of 9/11---as we sat in horror and watched planes plow into buildings, we saw our lives change in a way we will never be able to forget. Frankly, if we ever have a day like September 11^th again---I want to see these men and women go after the bad guys. They will wish they never thought about attacking the USA.

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Hang a left.

With 3 drivers in our household, our middle daughter is starting to discuss when she will be sliding in behind the wheel. I keep telling her, I don’t care who is getting driver’s lessons, you still are not going to have them until your are 15 and a half. I still can’t believe kids are able to get their license at such a young age.

When I was growing up, it was my Dad who took the burden of teaching us kids how to drive; in some respects he was the bravest man in the world, but there are other times when I had to question whether he was crazy, or not, to let the person who was learning behind the wheel. I will not mention any names, both my brother and sister read, “Snap. Shot.,” but I think we all 3 know who I am referring to.

Probably one of the greatest fears of being the parent in the car is when a sudden move is made when know one is expecting it. That could be the passenger, person travelling behind you in a car, or worse yet---the driver. A quick turn or an unexpected maneuver is all it takes to make s Sunday afternoon out for a drive, into the ride from hell, I have experienced both and I know which one I prefer.

We all have to learn before we venture out on to the roads---what it really the most frightening is when you are certain the person is not ready to be handed over the keys. I should know, I don’t know if I was ready when I was 16—and I drove alone on my birthday with my driver’s license in my wallet. A level of pride on one hand---a level of fear on the other. The first night I can very close to having an accident, I still remember it today.

The photo above was take at the air and water show practice runs on Friday. As a team, these planes fell into formation and entertained a crowd a fraction of the size that will be watching on Saturday and Sunday; with the way they made their sudden turns, I am very glad there was not a police officer waiting for them.

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The most important photo I have ever taken.

When you take a picture, it’s often just a click of a shutter and either the person loves it or doesn’t. “Doesn’t “is more common than love, but sometimes it has more of a meaning than we ever thought it would.

About 7 months ago, I was photographing shirts, bibs and other incidentals for a restaurant located in Chicago. We photographed at our home and children and adults were the models. The models were friends of the owner---or regulars at the restaurant. One thing about the models, they were all very attractive and very photogenic. It’s very interesting when you do a shoot like this in your home, especially when you don’t know any of the people who you are photographing.

There were a few standouts from that day; the kids who were modeling everything from bibs to t-shirts to long-sleeve shirts were very well behaved and really cute. There was one girl who had her Mom’s coloring and incredible hair. It was long, curly and she had a presence you could just feel when she came in the room---she was probably 7---but you just knew she was going to photograph very well. Her parents were with her---but unfortunately she was not in the mood to have her picture taken when she first came to our studio. This was going to take work. It did. However, we got some really nice photos of her, and her brother, when it was all over.

The parents were the only ones who had agreed to have their pictures taken; she was black and he was white---a very striking couple. In love, and very proud of their children, you just knew this was the right family for this photo shoot. I took about 6 or 7 pictures of the couple---they came out as I had hoped they would. I think it was the dark coloring of their shirts and the way they just fit together that made this work.

Move ahead 7 months and I received a note from the owner of the restaurant. It read, “Hi Mark, I have a request regarding the photos that you took for my Sweet Maple Cafe web site. If you could call me as soon as possible I would really appreciate it.” I had no idea what she wanted. Now I do.

It turns out the photos I took of this couple were some of the last ever taken of them together; after a six week ordeal, at age 45, the husband died. I was terrified. My fear stemmed from not being sure I actually still had the photos--- thankfully I did---and the pressure these photos put on me to make sure I could deliver them to a grieving family, was one I had never experienced as a photographer.

I never knew this couple, I only took photos; I have sent my condolences to the family along with the disc. (They were also e-mailed, are on an external hard drive and are on my computer---these are important photos, ones that have taken on a completely different meaning after this week.) At this moment in time, these are the most important photos I have ever taken.

The photo above is of the couple---I don’t know their names, all I know is the family is torn apart with such a sudden loss. Life is short, make the most of it---and for me, I will always keep the photos I have taken in a safe place.

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Bumper Stickers.

We recently became one of the families who must enjoy expressing their opinions on the outside of their cars. We are the proud bearer of 2 bumper stickers. It was not my idea, it was one of my daughters---I know which one.

The first sticker lets the world know we are a diving family. Although I was not there, when they went to Asia this past spring, scuba diving (with tanks and all) was one of the activities they did. They trained, were certified, and spent hours in the ocean. Now our town, and anyone who sees our SUV, is well aware---we (they) are divers. I am fine with it---it’s a cool activity and one most of us have likely not done. I haven’t at least.

The second bumper sticker is a quote from Gandhi---Lord help me.

Recently, after our trip to California, in addition to dirty clothes, screwed up time zones, and memories brought home with us---that same daughter brought back a new way of thinking back with her. She wants to practice, in part, Buddhism. In addition, she wants to eat only grass-fed meat, organic fruits and vegetables and food that has not been “washed” in ammonia. When she first came home, and started to explain her newfound way of life---at 13—I listened. Somewhat. Then as she went on to tell me everything I was doing was wrong---as far as what I was putting in my body, the way animals are treated, etc—I then half listened. Okay, maybe I caught every 7^th word. I do respect her interest in this lifestyle change, but I really don’t see myself making the changes. I like meat, I like junk food, and am fine with what goes in my body. I might learn differently, but for now----give me a steak and it doesn’t have to be grass fed.

Back to bumper stickers.

Pretty soon we will see more and more bumper stickers affixed to cars throughout America. It’s hard to believe, but the Presidential elections are not that far away and bumpers far and wide will be well primed to carry the messages throughout the land. It might be for a Proposition trying to be passed in California, a pressing issue here in the Midwest, and countless Senate, Congressional and local races throughout all 50 states. But, the granddaddy of them all will be for the Presidential race. Some will be comical, others will be right to the point, and some will be in between. During the last Presidential race, a common bumper sticker focused on “1-20-09.” This was the day George W. Bush would be leaving office. They were able to produce these well in advance as he had finished serving his second term—even if it was not part of our constitution, I don’t think he would have been re-elected.

I believe I discussed this in a previous “Snap.Shot.” but one of the funniest bumper stickers I have ever seen was on a car (I guess it was a car---actually a real beater) read, “Don’t Laugh, Your Daughter Might Be In This Car.” Although more than 30 plus years ago---it stands out as the one that made me laugh and tell a lot of other people about what I had seen.

The photo above was taken in Indiana a few months ago. I am sure she doesn’t practice “witchcraft” and I have no idea what her sexual interests are, but she sure let’s people know her feelings about going to church. Only in America can we make statements that reflect our point of view on a bumper sticker---and not feel the repercussions. I am proud to say, we are now doing the same on our car---I will assume Gandhi must have been a diver.

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Thank you.

When I was growing up, we were in-between wars until I was about 8 years old. There had been many threats to the U.S.---Cold War, Bay of Pigs, and so forth, but all in all, we were at peace. It was not until the Vietnam War erupted that I, as an American, received a small taste of what war was all about. I saw it from a young child looking at 18 year olds, and their families, sweating out the pulling of the draft numbers. I didn’t really grasp it all, but as I look back on these times as an adult, I have a better understanding. All in all, it was not a great time in American history, but in many respects it was one of the best.

What?

The downside of war of course is the loss of life or, and I am not sure which really is worse, the lasting effects of combat. Whether physical or mental, many soldiers returned with scars that would end up never healing. For me, I am not sure which would be worse---I assume if you are still alive that beats the alternative. I am sure there are many veterans who might disagree. I really don’t know because I grew older during peaceful years and I doubt there would be much interest of having a 50-year-old+ man on the front lines. I have never shot a gun before, probably not the best time to learn.

In the early 1970s, America went through a huge transition; because of the baby boom that had occurred after WWII, many of the children from these families were of age and they let it be known, through protests and voting, that this was not going to work for them any longer. There needed to be change. The Vietnam War and other social unrest created such tensions in our land that I have to believe secession, on behalf of those under 30, was a considered. Thankfully it didn’t happen.

So where are we now? Well, this past spring my wife and kids went to Vietnam; they didn’t go as soldiers, they went as visitors to the country. Yesterday there was an article on line that reviewed how the relationship between the U.S. and Vietnam had become closer than it has been in many years. This was a country that divided our country---it’s amazing how time does heal a lot of the deepest wounds. Of what I have heard about Vietnam---there has been some change, but the country is still very rural, and the poverty still quite visible.

Probably the images that were etched deepest in a young person’s mind during this time of war, was how the soldiers came home to our land. They were treated not as heroes in many respect, but as villains; how unfair is that? I am pretty sure most people do not enjoy going to war with another country---and going to another land to risk your life is probably not a choice they would have made. But, when your number is called, and you have to make the sacrifice, it takes extreme bravery to answer the call.

The photo above was taken at Midway Airport recently. When I exited the plane, I heard music and the area filled commotion. Mind you, this is an airport. Remember security? The ceremony was to welcome WWII Veterans back from a trip to Washington D.C. to visit the WWII memorial. I think it’s only fitting that this trip was given to them at no charge---we have to remember, they had another trip to a distant land they were not charged for either. Unfortunately many of these soldiers were never able to take the trip home. So for all of the soldiers who have done what I have not done, I would like to say, “Thank you.” We will never forget your courage and bravery in making our land safe and free.

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Summer meets fall.

It’s hard to believe the summer is winding down. Full of memories and moments that made my favorite time of the year as enjoyable as I remember it always to be. There is little doubt I’ll have similar feelings in January when it’s snowy and cold outside---but when the summer ends, all hope is not lost, now comes “photography time.” (That would be “Miller Time” but in this case for photography.)

Before it all ends, and the flakes start to fall, I am hoping to have photographed the changing of the seasons, high school football, little league sports and thousands of other pictures; that’s the most fun, because you have no idea what you’ll be shooting. There is little doubt, the most beautiful photos will be the change of seasons. Fall colors explode on cue and make a once average looking tree into a virtual masterpiece. It’s too bad the colors don’t last long---you can blame that on Mother Nature.

Before all of this happens, the game of football awaits. I photographed my first “real games” last year---I learned being so close to the field (I was on it) is why people are so “into” this sport. The yelling, singing, and bands all happening at the same time are unlike any experience I have encountered. In fact, when they all come together, and you are shooting photos on the field, you can’t hear a darn thing. It’s all muffled. The most important memory of last season was the success of our local team---they went from an average team one year to the state playoffs the next. Did I feel closer to them by having photographed part of their journey? You bet I did. So did others in our town.

If you will recall from a previous “Snap. Shot.” the team didn’t end up carrying the trophy home, but they truly walked away winners. Their determination and drive was contagious---I have no idea what will be happening this season, but I will be there snapping away with my trusty Nikon.

This weekend one of the most anticipated events will be happening along the lakeshore; it’s the annual air and water show. If you have been to this mega-event, you know it is amazing. I have only been to the practice days as the crowds are ridiculous. I thought the Blackhawk’s victory parade was crowded…this event makes it look like a small social gathering. Provided all goes well---it doesn’t rain---I will be taking photos on Friday. Provided things go really well, you will see the photos on “Snap.Shot.”

The photo above is of my youngest daughter’s bike. Along with a balloon—she wanted to make sure we could find it---we parked and went to grab a bite at a local restaurant. There is something about spring, summer and fall that brings out the best in what life has to offer—I am sure one day I will say this about winter, but I am still looking for rationale.

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The game face.

I wear two game faces when I have to do something I really don’t enjoy doing. One is worn at work when I have to go into a difficult meeting; the other is at home when I have to deal with a situation that has occurred---of course no one will take credit for it, so that’s half the fun.

The trouble with wearing my game face with our kids is they know when it’s on; when one of them pushes, tattles, or leaves a mess they know when it’s all said and done we move back to normalcy. They know it comes soon so they will usually say, “I am sorry” or “I won’t do it again” and in the back of both of our minds, we know they will do it again. And probably again. Turn off the lights, put the dishes in the sink/dishwasher, or clean up their rooms---either they have short-term memories or they know they can get away with it. I bet you can guess which one? I can.

So what do we do?

I am a stickler about the lights---I think I got it from my grandfather who would walk around the house and turn out the lights. Nothing disgusts me more than dirty plates left behind---but when it comes to a messy room? I say, “Let them live in it.” We do. If they want it to be livable, which apparently they really don’t care about often, then they can find their path to the bed and hop up. Unfortunately they learned this trait from me as the clothes have piled up on my chair for long periods of time; I just am not neat.

Probably the most memorable game face I ever had to put on occurred about 15 or so years ago. My son Jason had been acting peculiar; something was just not right and it was obvious. He was quiet and was on edge---not his style back then. Finally I said, “Jason, what’s going on, you have not been acting yourself for several days.” At that point I could tell the truth was about to be told He said, “Dad, have you ever gotten a 38 on a math test before?” I thought about as I now knew the truth. I said, “A 38? I don’t think I ever got a 38, perhaps a 31 or 42, but not a 38.” Blood rushed back into his face.

It turns out he was scared because he had to have the paper signed by a parent; it was signed, but it was very obvious the signature was his. This is when the game face came on. I let him know that forging was not a good idea and I am hopeful he learned a lesson from this. He assured me he did and I let him know I did not expect this to happen again. He was so grateful for not being in a lot of trouble. He went off to play somewhere and I had to leave the house as I was having a very difficult time not laughing. Finally I stepped outside and could not stop laughing---if there was ever an honest moment, I had just witnessed it. Obviously I still remember it today---and that was a long time ago.

The photo above was taken at Indiana University. On the side of a truck was this photo of a “game face.” Ready to cheer in a very serious way---he wanted to show his allegiance to the Hoosiers. We all have our game faces, let’s hope we can wear it with pride the next time it is on---and when it’s off, have a good laugh.

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Long distance.

About 15-20 years ago, Sprint did something extraordinary. They came out with a promotion that long distance calls would be priced at a dime a minute anywhere in the United States. A dime a minute. That was an incredible rate; on top of that, they claimed the clarity was so great, you could hear a pin drop.

When I was in college, I would often get a call from my folks and if they did call, the yelling of the initials, “L.D” would race through the halls of our fraternity. L.D. or long distance, was not a dime, not even close to a dime---more like .50 cents or higher.

Why? There really was no competition in the form of another carrier---we had GTE---or cell phones, phone cards, or anything like that. When you had a long distance call you talked fast and you made sure it was not one that lasted too long. Get this, we actually wrote letters so we could spend more time discussing what we needed to talk about. I know, it is shocking isn’t it?

I remember when I first put AOL on a computer. I learned that through this system called the “world wide web” you could travel to countries all over the globe, and either obtain information or get this---talk on line. It brought the world together---it was not long distance as we knew it, it was the internet.

In 1994 I got my first cell phone. It was big, bulky and it was restrictive. Want to make a call when you are outside your area? You had what were called “roaming charges.” You not only paid for the minutes used, but you paid a fee to use a different carriers lines. It would add hundreds if not thousands of dollars to yearly phone bills. There were stories of people receiving phone bills of more than a thousand dollars and they had no idea how this could have happened. It did.

Life has changed. Now we have long distance that is part of your monthly bill---at least for us it is---and the fear that once would restrict people from using their cell phones is almost non-existent. The majority of our phone bill shows texting as the biggest user of the phone---wisely we have an unlimited package. If not, we would not be able to handle the amount of texting that takes place.

The photo above is of telephone poles in the country. I believe they will be with us for years to come because they must serve a different purpose than just land-line calls. Sure there are still billions of calls made on a traditional phone, but like the postal service there has been a dramatic shift in how people talk. The cell phone is now the smart phone and the smart phone makes you look smart---at least to those who don’t know what it can do for them.

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At seventeen.

When I was growing up, there was a song, “At Seventeen” sung by Janis Ian. The song was about the challenges age 17 bring to girls and boys---but in this song the focus was on girls. It was a very sad song, actually depressing, about a girl who set her sights on the unachievable and in her mind she felt very unpopular and ugly.

In our home we are very fortunate; yes our daughters claim to be unpopular and ugly at times, but I can assure you, and them, they are not. They have a circle, a broad one, of friends and under no circumstances would they be seen as ugly. But, like all sisters and daughters, when they fight and argue, it does get ugly---but that’s a different type of ugliness, as we all know as parents.

Our 17-year old is named Cheney. We do not share the same last name, but you would be hard pressed to know she is not my biological daughter. She has really shown us that she can rise above the crowd at times by making incredible grades (I don’t know how she does it with the hours she keeps) and her college prep test scores are reflecting the grades she is making in school. In other words, the grades are no fluke.

Cheney has really broadened her presence since I came into her world and vice versa. She is not as shy as she was when I first met her---yes she does put on the sweet/shy act when necessary, but she has come out of her shell. She needed to and she has responded well. How did it happen? Part maturity, part boys, and part freedom. Like fools at times, we do give her more rope than we should. She is a good person, she is unfortunately a teenager; not her fault but she does do some things that we have to question at times. But then again, she is taking many of the responsibilities---school, driving, work seriously. A very good thing.

Since I came into Cheney’s life more than 8 years ago, I have witnessed her turn into a woman; sure she has some growing up to do, but when you look at how she has grown and the role she plays in the household, I am very proud of what she has overcome. Like my kids from my first marriage, she had to accept a new person coming into her life---it has taken time, but it works. As I have told her countless times, when you get married, just not yet, "I will be walking you down the aisle." Her Dad is more than welcome to join us---we will both escort her.

The photo above was taken on Cheney’s 17^th birthday. Similar to other birthdays in our home, we turn down the lights, light the candles, and the trusty ol’Nikon goes to work; I love these photos---they glow and are so full of life in an interesting way. Life is not always easy, and I know it’s not easy being a kid---especially at 17.

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