Archive: ‘Candids - Miscellaneous’

He’s Going to Make Us a Million Dollars

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

I have a standing agreement with my 82-year-old father.

As long as he’s alive, I will spend every 1st Saturday in May by his side at our local race track so we can watch (and, of course, bet on) the Kentucky Derby.

This agreement has caught on with my other brothers and sisters, two of whom joined us this year for a day of food, drink, and wagering.

And lots of talk about his infamous “horse-picking system.”

“Listen to me,” he’ll say. “I got this thing all figured out. Been working on it for years. YEARS. And I finally got it working to perfection. You got to know your numbers and your decimals and how to read that racing form. It’s a good system. And when I die, I’m going to give it to you kids and you’ll all make a million bucks.”

None of us have ever figured out exactly why we have to wait until he dies before we get to make that million bucks.

We just know that we don’t have very many more Kentucky Derbys left to spend with him.

So we humor him with our gasps of theatrical surprise and gratitude for even THINKING of giving us his horse-picking system, and ask him who he’s got picked to win, and then secretly decide to bet on the horses with the funniest names instead.



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This Is What Happens When I Listen to the Voices

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

When I was at the park with the boys this past Sunday, “Nikon-Stalking” them while they were just trying to have a little fun, something told me to turn around.

This is what I saw.

I had no idea that the image I had captured would have so much significance 48 hours later.

To Lisa and Jaymie: She’s in a much better place.

Love, Auntie.



Empty Bottles Go HERE

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

Over the weekend, my brother and I went to Sacramento’s “Second Saturday” event in Midtown.

During one of our stops for a cocktail, my brother nabbed a table that we could lean against while chatting and sipping. When he first claimed it, the table was empty.

Then, one-by-one, as people were exiting the bar, they used the table we were so proud of finding as an empty bottle dumping ground.

Never ones to let others ruin our spirit, we decided to arrange the bottles for a blog photo. The blue hue is coming from a bright neon sign behind us.



Remembering the Photojournalists of 9/11

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

The videos and imagery that emerged from the September 11th tragedy is indescribable. Without them, we would not have been able to fully comprehend the extent of the disasters that took place in New York, Virginia, and Philadelphia.

So many gave their lives that day so that others could live: Firefighters, police officers, municipal workers, and average Joes and Janes alike. What would it have been like if there were no one there to videotape or photograph the events of that day?

Not very many people know, outside of the photography industry, that Rudy Giuliani had dozens (if not hundreds) of photographers arrested and jailed for several days without cause after declaring a one-mile radius of Ground Zero a crime scene.

Scott Bourne, a world-renowned photographer and author wrote, “What Rudy Giuliani did was impose undue restriction on a free press. And the cost of that decision may never be known. What photos did we miss? What if we had missed Tom Franklin’s moving photograph of the three firemen raising an American flag over the WTC rubble? Now that was an important photograph. It was so important that it is already the basis of a US postage stamp and the memorial to the slain firefighters to be erected at the WTC. But few realize that Franklin risked arrest by making the picture. If the police had seen Franklin, he would have been arrested and the world would not have had the chance to be moved by the story his photo told.”

We owe so much to the heroes of September 11th — especially those who traded in their civilian clothes for military fatigues and went to war to fight for our freedom following the attack on our country.

We also owe a huge debt to those who brought us the images a from a day that we we’ll never forget, and will remember for generations to come.

(I encourage you to read the rest of Mr. Bourne’s article, which can be found at his website “photofocus.”)



Not Just ANY Stairs

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

Okay. I know to the the naked eye, these appear to be stairs. OLD stairs at that.

But if  you look closer, you’ll see the image of a nervous 12-year-old girl and a confident 12-year-old boy.


I got my very first kiss on this very day, on those very stairs, in 1985.

Exactly WHOSE lips I kissed will forever remain a secret. Because he had a girlfriend at the time . . .




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