We’ve begun the holiday season, see the smile? That’s the smile of Halloween. That’s the smile of “I’m gonna get a big bag of candy” Twelve pounds of candy … if the kid is smart he’ll hide all the good stuff before his parents “check the bag just to be sure that it’s all OK” ( wink wink). As his Dad says ” Oh look …I love this candy bar….you have so much can I have it???” “sure Dad, knock yourself out …no really Dad, go right ahead, it’s way too much for me”
And parents wonder why the kids stuff as much candy as they can into their bodies before they get home from Halloweening.
Come to think of it, I used to eat a one pound chocolate Easter Bunny before church … no wonder I felt so sick
Soon the stores will be in the holiday spirit. Stay happy and forget all your troubles
My children were born considerate and caring. But after all they are brother and sister, so publicly they hate each other. But without any fanfare they are persuing their careers. My son (the hockey player/teacher/science wiz) is in grad school studying to be a nurse practitioner and my daugher (the actress/hockey player/redhead) is in Europe studying acting.
Do it without a fanfare. That’s what they taught me. Make a difference, persue your dreams, give a gift that is so deeply special that the recipient is speechless. The fanfare is such a waste of time and energy. All it gets you is false adoration. which is something both of them steer clear of.
I hope that the fanfare finds them, I’d like them to have it all. The money, the fame, the cover of Newsweek. But they’ll avoid the press conference I’ll bet.
Recently I was asked to photograph the Susan B Komen – Race for a Cure which was held at the University of Massachusetts in Boston. It’s a 3K road race where the focus is on raising the awareness of breast cancer.
After picking up my official tee shirt, I headed to the survior’s tent. The closer I got, the more excited I felt …there was a familar smell in the air …Coffee …Starbucks coffee. This was going to be a good day! Wait a minute, I wasn’t there for the coffee…OK, I’ll just have a cup (or three) and then get back to work. Which I did.
As I was walking around the tent I saw such a sea of pink. Hats, wigs and of course the pink tee shirts worn by the survivors. I came across this couple. He was pinning on her number for the race and they were laughing a bit because he was doing such a bad job.
After talking with them for a few minutes about the day and the cause, and the coffee… I said that I had to get going and I told the woman that I hope she wins … with out missing a beat, the husband leaned over to his wife and giving her a hug said..”We already did”…
and that was the last time I made that mistake …that day anyway
Travel and people photography is all about getting the subject comfortable with you taking their picture or in getting to the right place at the right time to get a magnificent photo that will end up on the cover of National Geographic.
I still have them. Each day they wither a bit more.
I’m doing what I can to keep them alive, but I’m not God you know.
Roses are red and pink and white and blue. And like us all, one day they will die.