Funeral for a Friend.

 

“Well my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55
As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy
God knows, I was feeling alive.”

 

If you have yet to figure it out, every day we awake and rise out of bed is a good day. Especially when you consider the alternative.

 

I have not written “Snap. Shot” in a while, and this one is going to be somewhat different than my previous posts; as far as I am concerned, when you come across someone like Raymond Joseph Petsche, you realize he was a “once-in-a-lifetime” friend. That was Ray, or as I referred to him, Ray “my major league main man” Petsche. 

 

Why would I call him that? Not only was Ray a genuine good guy, he also loved baseball—he was truly major league!

 

He was a business associate who became my friend when we met back in the early 90s. It didn’t take long to develop; we were at a sales meeting and believe it or not --- we were roommates. Back in those days, when most media companies were having lavish sales meetings, we had roommates. Looking back, I am thankful we did. He was our research director—and also THE smartest guy I knew at the time, and funny, nothing ever changed after that day.

 

Plus...

 

He didn’t have an ego. I mean he never got the memo that said, “you are the director of research for the company, you are supposed to let people know you are smart, talented, and most of all an ‘a-hole.’” Like I said, he never got that memo.

 

Ray had much more than a work life---but he also worked very hard. He had a family with 2 kids he adored, and even though he and his wife divorced...of what I am told they were never mean or bitter toward one another. I can say for sure, he always had nice things to say about her---and I would be very surprised if that were not the same from her.

 

For two people not having worked together for 16 years, every time I would call him or vice versa, we just started the conversation where we left off. That was Ray, and he was a "major league main man” of a friend.

 

There was one other passion Ray had, it was his 1955 Yellow Chevrolet Bel Air. This car---of what I recall--was passed down to him by either his father or grandfather. It was, and still is, as pristine as the day it came off the assembly line. Also because he lived in California, rust is not something you find on cars as often as we do in the Midwest--it was beautiful. When he drove around, I have to believe heads would turn, and questions about the car were likely asked over and over. I am sure Ray answered them all. 

 

Over they years, we didn’t talk as often as I would have liked---but that’s part of life; however, I do remember when we were last in contact. The day was July 11, 2022 when I sent a note out to a number of people, including Ray, about one of our counterparts who had passed away. We caught up that day and promised to stay in touch.

 

That brings us to where we are today. This past December, I called Ray’s phone, and it went to voicemail. As I always did, I sald, “Ray my ‘major league main man” let’s talk---and I waited for him to return my call. It was the following night when my phone rang and I saw his name come across the screen. I answered and said, “Ray, what’s going on?” However, it wasn’t Ray, it was his daughter Kimi on the other end of the line. My heart sank. I learned Ray had passed away on January 23, 2023 at 5:42 AM and felt the tear rolling down my cheek---I just wanted to speak with him one more time, it will have to be another time.

 

For many of us, we have Raymond Joseph Petsche’s in our life. I was the lucky one to have known him for more than 30 years.

 

The photo above was taken in Inverness, CA. Of what I can tell, this is not a 55 Bel Air, but if you look closely, you will see a face in the window. It looks like James Dean; Ray was not a James Dean type person, but I assure you they are good friends upstairs in heaven, and on some road, right now, they're driving that "Ol' 55."

 

Thank you for your friendship, Ray, you left one hell of an impression on this world and an even bigger one on me.

 

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One.

 

“But you see everyday that we'll never turn away

When it seems all your dreams come undone

We will stand by your sideFilled with hope and filled with pride

We are more than we are

We are one.”

If you are ever looking to find teamwork in action, go out and find a local field, court or rink and you will see it right in front of you. Age, gender or race doesn’t matter, a team is a team and when they believe in one another it all becomes one.

Over the time I have written “Snap.Shot.” I have been pretty open about my not being much of an athlete. It’s not that I didn’t have the interest, I didn’t have the capabilities as others did. But as I have said then, and I will say today, “that’s okay, I am in a much better situation being a photographer.” That’s not to say I have avoided being involved in the sport from the sidelines, I have had a bat fly right over my head (a couple of times), a puck come into the penalty box where I was shooting, and countless near misses on the football field. Why do I do it? Because I love it and it makes me feel like I am part of the game.

However, the best part of taking pictures is the interaction between players; high fives, pats on the back and many hugs are what make it all worth it. For such a tough sport, football players it seems, are the ones who show the most love to one another—-I sense they know and have grown up knowing one bad hit ends their dreams. Don’t get me wrong, hockey, baseball and other sports show the grit and emotion, it’s just that I am much more familiar with football. Plus, I have seen the impact a fallen player has on the team and it is not something you EVER photograph.

Probably the one photo I have taken that demonstrated the power of a team was when I photographed a state championship football game a number of years ago. Both teams were powerhouses, and they were determined to have that crown. Back and forth the lead transferred from one team to another. In the end, as the clock wore down, it was a tie and they went into overtime.

The other team ended up winning the game, and sure it was a disappointment, but that day there really were no losers; it just ended up with one team having more points. It was the photo that was captured... with one team jumping with excitement, and the other on their knees with hands covering their eyes, that proved to me, this is more than a sport, it’s a brotherhood (or sisterhood). That was the moment I knew what the best of the best photographers have done for years…shoot for the moment, it speaks volumes.

The photo above was taken this past season. As one player knelt down, his teammate  let him know, “I have your back.” What really brought it all together, and I didn’t notice it until I looked at the photo when I got home, was the word, “Glory” in the distance—-for a team, there is no greater "glory" than working together, it’s what makes it all worth it and when you are on the sidelines, taking pictures, the very reason I do it.

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Coming to Vegas is no gamble.

 

“There's a world outside every darkened door

Where blues won't haunt you anymore

Where the brave are free and lovers soar

Come ride with me to the distant shore.”

Last night, in a span of less than 15 minutes, I travelled to New York, Paris, and ended up in the Sahara; I didn’t even have jet lag!

This week I have been in Las Vegas for a conference. Up until a couple of months ago, I had not been here in several years. If you are wondering if “Vegas is back,” I can verify it sure is. Many visitors, hotel rooms in short supply, and prices for food and entertainment through the roof. We went to a buffet the past 2 mornings, and let’s just say they are making up for the two years of lost revenue—the cost per buffet $33 and it was packed.

But there is something about visiting here. I am not much of a gambler, but it is fun to hear the excitement of those who do play…and win. I am pretty sure those who are on the losing end have a different response. The weather since coming has been a welcome sight; highs in the 50s and if there were clouds, they were no where to be seen when I emerged from the building at the conference.x

Last night, we saw some of the unique sides of Vegas. As we stood waiting for the dancing waters at the Bellagio—-Spiderman, Mickey and Minnie, and Elvis came by. For $5, you could spend “some” time with these iconic characters, have your picture taken, and watch them move on to their next waiting visitors who were all over the opportunity. The part that was funniest to me was when Mickey removed his head, pulled out a cigarette and had a smoke. I am sure Walt Disney would not be impressed—I wish I took a picture, but he was too far away by the time I saw it.

The photo above was taken the other night; it may appear to taken in New York with the Statue of Liberty and other well known iconic buildings in the background, but I am sorry to say it was not. Yet, just down a short way, should you have wanted to see Paris or spend time in the Sahara, they were waiting for you (and your money!)

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What we learned or did we?

 

“When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort youI'll take your part

Oh, when darkness comes

And pain is all around.”

Every day is a new adventure. Some days you’re on top of the world, some right in the middle, and others…they just suck. We have all had them and for some, getting up from being down is a real struggle—-these are the times when a “friend in need, is a friend in deed.”

Today’s “Snap. Shot.” is not meant to be a downer, actually I am hoping it lifts some to go help others. I have been on both sides of the table, and I know it feels good when someone cares or you are the one doing the caring. During the past few years, through no fault of anyone, we have experienced one of the most difficult times of our lives. Unless you were around 102 years ago when the last pandemic was around—-we were not prepared for what was about ready to happen; for most of us, we suddenly became confined to our dwellings. No friends, no family, and no outside world…I still can’t believe it happened, but with all of those who lost their lives, it did.

Yet, with all of the loss, we suddenly found ways to do things differently; we communicated through our screens, we talked on the phone (yes, that device you hold in your hand is actually a phone) and suddenly we put all of the “me, me” on to the “we, we.” The world bonded in a very unique way, and we yearned for the days when we could once again be normal. I am not sure if we will ever be at that place again, but it is getting better.

However, what about those who have still yet to recover? Those who lost loved ones, relationships, jobs and much more? It’s a time when we have to reach back and once again be human; my sense is, as I have now begun traveling once more, that a lot has been forgotten…and it doesn’t feel good. 

If you know someone who is alone, or you suspect needs a hand, reach out. If you don’t know someone like this, do something nice for someone when you encounter them and is a complete stranger. Open a door, say, “Hello,” let them cut inline, you just might make their day—if not theirs, yours for sure.

The photo above was taken in Colorado a few months ago. High on a hill stood a bush with no other tall vegetation around it. It reminded me of how lonely it was during the pandemic—we were not allowed to be within 6 feet of one another,  covered our faces, and were terrified to be human contact with out fear taking over. I learned a lot during these times, and most of all, I learned the importance of friendship.

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No do overs.

 

"Goin’ to the chapel

And we're gonna get married

Goin’ to the chapel

And we're gonna get married”

If you have ever attended a wedding, or been in one yourself, you know it’s a big ordeal. Much more than the piece of paper you receive, it’s a life-long commitment and you often have pictures to prove it happened.

I have been to weddings, had weddings, and been behind the camera at them. Of the three, being behind the camera is the one I enjoy the least; I guess I just eliminated myself from any future photography jobs, but I knew before I wrote the line that I didn’t want to do them again. It’s just not my thing….although there are certainly stories to share, about when I did do them.

Wanna know?

One of the first weddings I photographed was for my nephew. It was pretty smooth for the first time, and scenery was outstanding. But, like any one-of-a-kind event that you can’t screw up, there’s a lot of stress and you constantly have to check to make sure you captured the shot. Fortunately, they did.

That was the easy one.

With other weddings, I have dealt with a groomsman who was not in the mood to be a part of the group photos; he was so against it, he tried to pick a fight with me. I was fine with it, but I also knew I had a job to do, and let him know with or without him in the picture, it was going to be taken. I guess he had too much to drink—-that was not my problem, and the groom stepped in and told him to “$&#(“ get over there and take the picture. I didn’t make a friend that night, but I did make sure that I took the photo and if he looked bad, once again, not my problem. He looked fine by the way, but deep down, I wanted him to look like the idiot he was being.

As people become familiar with your ability to take wedding photos, they begin to recommend you to others. I have photographed weddings that were of different ethnicities—-very cool—-and others where they were taken in unique settings. One of my favorites, and it is not what you’re expecting, was at the Justice of the Peace; it was crowded in the room, but the kids who were in the wedding party were very photogenic and added to the moment. 

One little boy could not stop making faces as he watched his Mom transition from being single to married. I still have the photos and they are ones I treasure---I hope they do too. We then went to an incredible location on the lake front of Lake Michigan.

The last wedding I photographed was one where my daughter, wife and I all took photos. I guess they thought the pictures would edit themselves on their own, they didn’t, because that night combined, there were over 9,000 photos taken. (That was when “never again” became my mantra.”)

The photo above was taken this past fall; a hidden gem in Chicago is the “Honeycomb.” I had never seen it until a few years ago, but when I did, I was awe struck. When we went this time, there was a woman being photographed; I assumed it was a wedding dress, but it also might be a “quinceanera”—-she looks older than 15, but regardless, it brought back memories of something I will never do again!

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Weather or not.

 

“Don't know why

There's no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather

Since my man and I ain't together

Keeps rainin' all the time.”

These days, we can’t look at a weather map and see any place that’s truly safe from potential bad weather. The “wanna go during the winter” locations are all under warnings of flooding, snow, or tornadoes…and/or whatever Mother Nature decides to toss at us. Recently it appears one of the best regions to be in is the Midwest. It’s been in the 30’s and 40’s, very little snow or rain, and it’s Winter!!  Yes, the Midwest.

Just to be 100% clear, I hate winter.

The only benefit when I was growing up about winter, was the chance of school being cancelled. I am sure we all remember the days when we would listen to the radio (that’s how we got the news back then) and prayed, “please say my school!” When they did, homes erupted in joy and screams. Then we settled down and thought, “What do we do now?” If there was a lot of snow, we were trapped, if there was not, we knew it was a “one day only” and they might add on another day at the end of the year. I was always willing to take the risk.

Winter weather in the Midwest tends to be one of 3 things: Cold, snow or ice. Sometimes we “win the lottery and get all three!” You really knew there was a problem when it was say 34 degrees, raining, and the temperature would drop below freezing—- then snow would layer on top of the ice. The cold component was always consistent.

We lived in the middle of a “drive,” yet it really was a “court.” The only way to come on to our street was the only way to get out. The incline or decline, depending on which way you were heading, was enough to create some very interesting situations. If you were turning onto the street, the chances of sliding were the same as “cold” being a part of our winter—-100%. The same would be true when you were trying to get out of the street. Back then, we used to switch tires from summer to winter for more traction; some even had “studs for greater “gripping and ripping” up of the streets.

Fortunately we are accustomed to the weather changes throughout the year, however we can’t say for sure when it’s going to happen. There have been times in late May when it has snowed, and in January there have been tornadoes—I have witnessed both. I like consistency the most, but it does make for good conversation when you get really weird changes.

I happen to be a fan of weather changes because it makes for great photography. Sure, summer is wonderful with its blue cloudless skies—-but it makes for lousy pictures. Toss in a Cumulonimbus cloud and now you’re talking! 

The photo above was taken a couple of years ago in Florida. It was the middle of the pandemic;  we were at a swimming pool, no masks it’s Florida after all, and in the distance I see a cloud—not just your wispy high-in the-sky cloud, this was the mother of all mothers. I took out my iPhone, my camera was back at the condo, and I snapped away. Since I happen to love clouds, I knew if I blew it this time, I would be kicking myself. Fortunately, I didn’t have to.

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A dog's life.

 

“You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

And you ain't no friend of mine.”

I think I can speak for anyone reading today’s “Snap. Shot.”— they have never lived a dog’s life. If so, would you please provide insight on what you were thinking when I would walk into a room, seek out a seat, and have you decide I was going to have to sit elsewhere. Yet, when you were hungry, you knew who you had to come to…and when I didn’t respond fast enough you were all over me to fulfill your desires.

Dog ownership has not been part of my life for several years, and even prior to the final canine leaving the scene, there were long periods of living in a “dog free zone.” Why did we get the dogs? It was for the kids who made promises of “walking, feeding and loving them.” They did love them, the other two qualifiers, if it were up to the kids, the dogs would have run away within the first few weeks.

At one point, and I will give one of our daughters credit for “sophisticated manipulation”— we not only got one dog, she somehow convinced us that having 2 dogs would make the other one happier. I didn’t believe it, but others did—-so we soon had 2 Boxers. One was extremely bright, his name was "Carter," and the other, well the genes passed on to his brother. His name was Cash, and whereas he was loving, his redeeming qualities were the ability to bark and pull your arms out of socket when you took him on a walk.

I do like dogs, and in general they seem to like me. I have had to pull back at times, even when I have asked their “humans” if they were friendly, but I can’t really blame them for not wanting me to invade their zone—they didn’t know me. We live in an area where there are many dogs, and probably the friendliest ones have the toughest rap on them; yes, there are many pit bulls in our area. Except for being very strong, they are actually loving and have a real desire for humans. Not to consume, but for companionship.

It is not fully planned yet, but when I retire, I want to get a dog. Not a small one, I want a DOG! We have some guidelines that will have to be followed, such as shedding, temperament, and of course being larger..but these are very doable and I know I would like to have a “buddy.” I have already been told, that will not be his name. So, I want “Woody” instead.

The photo above was taken last week at a friend’s house. I met “Bubba” when I walked in to the house. He was a large dog, he didn’t shed, and he was friendly. It turns out he was bred to be a companion for someone in need; I don’t remember why, but our friends were able to adopt him. I said a number of times, “This is the type of dog I would love to have.” I guess we will just have to see—right now we are dog free, but if we do get one in the near future, you can count on reading about him in “Snap. Shot."

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Hometowns.

 

“I been there, done that

But I ain't looking back on the seeds I've sown

Saving dimes, spending too much time on the telephone

Who says you can't go home?”

For many of us, “home” is where we were born, raised, and currently live. For the rest of us, our hometown is a thing of the past.

I no longer live in my hometown, and based upon the number of years I have lived in Chicago, I have to wonder, “Has my original hometown switched to where I currently live?” That was deep, my bad. For sure, I feel more “planted” today in Chicago, but there are still certain components of St. Louis that are imbedded deep inside me. 

For example, I developed real friendships there and some are still around today. When you return to the area, no matter how long you have been gone, you are welcomed back. The Cardinals are still a much better team than the Cubs and I will NEVER wear any thing that has the Cubs logo on it. I do have a t-shirt from when they won the World Series in 2016, it sits in a drawer; I figure over the many decades until it happens again, maybe my great grandkids will be able to sell it for more than I purchased it. 

We live in much different times today than when my grandparents came to America; based upon what I experienced with my Dad, he was born in Iowa, moved to St. Louis as a young child, and never left. Same with his brother. My Mom, she was born and stayed in the city she called home as well--St. Louis is very much a part of my family.

Of my siblings, only my brother has remained in my hometown; my sister and I moved away, and as far as my kids, they are scattered all over. Fortunately none live outside the U.S. at this time, but they live far enough away that that Canada is closer than they are. 

With the help of technology, it really doesn’t matter where you live to feel like you are connected. Thanks to Zoom, smartphones, and email (it’s better than snail mail) you can feel like you are right there, even if you are not. I wonder, if in the not to distant future, will we be able to travel as close to speed of light and be in one place moments after you just left another? I am not talking from one room to another, I mean from one place hundreds of miles away. If it sounds too “Jetson’s” like, but someone, somewhere is thinking about this and might have a prototype. (We will probably see it on Shark Tank!)

The photo above was taken this past fall. It was a beautiful night in Chicago; I stood by the Shedd Aquarium, pointed my iPhone toward the skyline, and pushed the button. I will probably not retire in Chicago, but I can say with certainty, it will be the place I live the longest. I do like it here, and will always have fond memories, but I will never root for the Cubs.

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Blocked.

“I hid the clouded wrath of the crowd,

But when they said, “Sit down,” I stood up,

Ooh, ooh, growin’ up.”

Last night I was at the Bulls v. Wizards basketball game in Washington D.C. This week our company had what we call, “quarterly sales kick-offs” and sure enough, we had an open night; my beloved Chicago Bulls were in town to play against another below .500 team. One of my associates said, “You want to go?” He didn’t even have to get the words out before I said, “Yes.”

Now, for some reason, the seats in D.C. are a lot less expensive than the same ones would be in Chicago. Probably two-thirds less. So, I really was “IN”… as were five of my other teammates. Of no great shock, I wanted to bring my camera; I checked the website, downloaded the restrictions, went to the front desk of my hotel, measured the size of my lens, and off we went.

Getting into a stadium is not as easy as it used to be. You walk through a metal detector, unzip your jacket, smile (I always do) and walk through to the other side. That’s when I heard, “You can’t bring that in here!”  

I asked a very astute question, “Why?” 

I was told, “The lens is too long.”  I stood my ground, because what was I going to do, go back to my hotel? The guard called over one of her associates who said, “The camera is fine but the lens is not.” Once again, I stood my ground, and he said, “I know the rules.” He then called over another guard who must have said, “Let him through and off I went…there was no way I was looking back!”

The seats my associate purchased were amazing. They were 7 rows from the court, along the baseline and had a clear view of the court. I was as close to basketball heaven as I could be without putting on my Nike’s.

One of the best things about Capital One stadium is how the seats are positioned to provide a very good vantage point. The person in front of me didn’t stand a chance of blocking me unless they stood up. Which, they didn’t. I was sitting next to some Wizard’s fans, one had never been to a game before and commented, “For a first game, it does not get much better than this for seats.”

Then it happened, it was in the 2nd quarter, the Bulls were on the end of the court where I was sitting. I heard laughter and rustling of people moving to let this creature come down the stairs. Sure enough, “G-Wiz” the mascot was coming our way. He not only came our way, he sat two rows in front of us. I guess he, I assume it’s a he, knows that there are people in the stands who come to watch the game. Or in my case, watch and take pictures at the game.

So…

He stood up about a minute later and went on to distract others in the stands away from where we were sitting. So what was a distraction, turned into a photo opportunity…and in some crazy way, I am glad he came by.

The photo above is of “G-Wiz” sitting next to some other Bulls fans who had even better seats than we did. They were vocal about their allegiance to the Bulls, and some Wizards fans behind them were not real happy how they were acting. So I watched, kept my mouth shut and kept taking pictures…I already avoided having my camera confiscated, this was not going to be the next one.

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It's nice to be back again.

 

“And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again

Goin' places that I've never been

Seein' things that I may never see again

And I can't wait to get on the road again.”

If you have ever seen the movie, “Up in the Air,” you know the story. If you have ever experienced a pandemic, you know the same story. You stay put. Unlike the character in the movie, it turns out he was not confined to the walls of his home, for the rest of us, we had to. I am so glad this is in the rear view mirror and hope it never happens again.

I am a salesman. Hopefully not one of “those” salesman, I have been doing this for decades and it has been quite an adventure. I have been fortunate to not have to be on the road every week, but there were times when I would be “out of the office” during the month for several days. It allowed me to meet new people, see new sites, and gain weight. If you are like me, when you break routine, lack of routine breaks you.

Many years ago I used to run. I was with my boss, and these were back in the days when salesmen brought liquor with them on the road. I was not part of that generation, but my boss was. So, as he sat back after a long day, I went for a run; we were in Iowa and the temp was probably 95 degrees. As an intelligent runner, I ran on the blacktop of the highway which should have melted my Nike’s but fortunately did not. 

But, when I got back, looking like I had just taken a shower—-I hadn’t—-he asked, “Want a drink?” Since I wanted to appear invincible, I said, “sure.” The rim of the glass and first sip scotch were soon touching my lips and I drank it. Big mistake. I went back to my room and regretted it. Never again.

Starting about 20 years ago, when I traveled, I began bringing my camera with me. It was portable, I was typically driving by myself, and when I saw something I wanted to capture, I would pull over and snap away. It was the best way I knew to capture a portion of America and I didn’t have to pay to do it, the company did!  However, since I often would pull over on the side of the interstate, there were many truck drivers who did not appreciate what I was doing. Apparently, I was a distraction. Whatever.

Life on the road is back, and I could not be happier. It’s still in the “trickle stage" as Zoom and other technologies have made it much easier to be there and back in a split second—-but there is still something about being able to travel again.

The photo above was taken in Colorado. I was not traveling for business, the state is not part of my territory; but when I think back just a few years ago at this time, when no one seemed to leave their homes, I can say it’ “great to be on the road again.”

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What the heck was that?

 

“I’m learning to fly,

But I ain’t got wings,

Coming down is the hardest thing,

“I’m learning to fly.”

There is something that still amazes me; it’s the ability to place yourself inside a narrow tube and soar up to the sky. Fortunately for the others in the tube, I am not the pilot.

Growing up in St. Louis, we had a connection to flight. McDonnell Douglas, as it was known at the time, was based there and often times you would hear the roar of jets overhead as they tested whether or not the planes would fly. Not really, but there were individuals flying them known as “test pilots,” so it’s not that far off. We would sometimes go to the airport and see the planes near the runway, they were “beautiful birds;” with their shields up ready to be lowered soon racing to the “wild blue yonder.”

As a kid, like many, we all were in awe of airplanes. Whereas they had been around for many years, it’s a bit of a wake up call to think I was born roughly 30 years after commercial airlines were introduced as a means of travel; nothing like today…they served food on board!

It was a big deal to be able to fly. As a family, we would travel to Florida for vacation and one time, we flew. I had to dress up for the flight, be respectful, and not ask too many questions. I am not sure if I ever got “pilots wings” on my first flight, but I do know the airline that we flew was gobbled up by another one long ago. It was Eastern Airlines. It was incredible to not spend 3 days in the back of a car, cramped between my brother and sister, and be in Florida in a matter of hours.

Since those days I have flown many times. Mostly within the U.S. borders, however one time I did cross the big pond; since I have trouble sleeping on planes, it was a really long flight home. 

As I prepare to leave home today and next week for business travel, I will be stepping into the ‘tube;” it’s now something that is no longer a big deal. You don’t have to dress up, and if you ask too many questions, you are seen as a nuisance and are “tagged” by the flight attendants as someone to watch. Oh how things have changed. 

Flying is a topic I am sure will come up again in “Snap. Shot.” there are countless stories we all can relate to. Some are average and some you might scratch your head and say, “Did that really just happen?” Yes, I have some of those to tell.

The photo above was taken at the Air & Water Show this past year. I was on the shore of Lake Michigan and watched two airplanes come over the horizon; I knew there was no way they were going to crash into one another, but when I later looked at the photo, I couldn’t help but wonder what the tenants of the building were thinking. I know what I would have been wondering.

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Estate sales.

 

“Before you take a girl and say I do, now, 

Make sure she's in love with-a you now. 

My mama told me, "You better shop around."

If you have ever been to one, and then returned to others multiple times, you now know the addiction of going to estate sales. They suck you in, swirl you around and spit you out with items you had no idea you desperately needed. I am an estate sale addict and I am just fine with it.

The first estate sale that took a bite out of me, was in St. Louis with my Dad and sister. I had been to other garage sales and “attempted” estate sales, but this one was truly an “ESTATE SALE.” The home was huge and the items inside were very eclectic; in other words, turn the corner and you will find another amazing “wow” for sale—-and in this case, at a very fair price. (That is not always the case.)

Now don’t get me wrong, this was not my first rodeo going to sales like this…my wife and I were going to antique sales long before this venture in St. Louis. But I had yet to get the bug. With her, I went because she has a taste for antiques and the place we went, they had antiques! Another major draw, kettle corn; yes, that will get me to go places too!

Over the years, my love for “seeking the find” has increased. It now has focused on a few areas of interest, but I know there has to be something for both of us to really get the juices flowing. For me, it’s sports memorabilia and rusty things—-one is much easier to find than the other, but when you do…jackpot!

However, the best part of going to estate sales—- “find the find,“ it’s an amazing feeling.

This past year—since I began photographing still life—anything rusty or unique, that’s not expensive, is what I am seeking.  I can tell you, the saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’’ is very appropriate. It’s when you visualize that trash into a photo, is when it becomes priceless. (Okay, “priceless” is not accurate, but you end up wanting it very badly.)

The photo above is the combination of 2 items I purchased; one was from Ebay, the other from a recent estate sale. The combined cost…I don’t remember, but probably no more than $10. The art piece was created about 40+ years ago by a local student who had lived in the home where I purchased it; when I saw it, I was hoping it was a treasure that had substantial value—-it didn’t. However, I really didn’t care, I just liked it and saw a second life for the piece in future photos. Ah the allure of the estate sale--on to the next one.

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Eyes wide shut.

 

“Taking it to the streets

No more need for running

Taking it to the streets.”

There are countless photographs that have been taken by people who roam the streets looking to capture what most people never see. Whether taken in their local towns, big cities or across the globe, the click of the shutter stops time. 

I am going to assume ever since the camera became strapped around necks, held in hands, or placed in pockets—-the intrigue of photography has only gotten stronger. During the “film” days, you had a limited number of pictures you could take; most of us now realize that number has multiplied almost a thousand fold, and there is no need to load, unload or take the film to a kiosk to get printed. Hence, the demise of Kodak and other film-based companies.

I still have my first camera. It isn’t like most cameras, it was a Minolta-16 Spy Camera Model P. My Dad brought it back from a trip he took to Japan decades ago. I still have the box and all of the components that came with it, the problem is, it took lousy pictures and I suspect the film needed is no longer available. But, I still have it and will never get rid of it.

With that camera, I perfected my talents of photographing water glasses, exit signs and other “amazing pictures.” I had no idea what to do with it, so I just used it and took pictures of nonsensical things.

It’s hard to believe how photography has evolved in my life; had it not been for some “life events,” I would never have gotten "the bug." Glad I did. Today I take more pictures than I ever thought I would; but am still not completely comfortable with street photography. There is something about walking around and taking someone’s picture without them realizing that creeps me out.

The photo above was taken on a side street in Chicago. I didn’t have to ask permission because the piece had no eyes or upper half of its face; sure it had a mouth, but I was long gone before it could let me know how they felt about my taking their picture.

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