Category Archives: Sports

The Joy of Neighbors


As they say, you don’t buy the house.

You buy into the neighborhood.

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I was reminded of how wonderful our little neighborhood is this past Sunday morning.

No words necessary… Smiles on all of them. Brady, Jack, Jacob and Brooke.

I invited our neighbor’s two youngest kids out to have breakfast.  We had such a nice time albeit much too brief.

Although Old Man Jack and Mr. Johnson are no longer with us, the integrity of the neighborhood remains.

It is a neighborhood where I feel safe.  And I feel the kids are safe.

They are safe because our street is filled with good people.  Good parents.  Good neighbors.

They even bring in our trash barrels if they get home first.  It’s swell.

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But I marveled at how ALWAYS nice Jacob and Brady are with my kids…from when Jack and Brooke were born.

Jacob and Brady are growing up so fast.  They are becoming young adults now and very busy.  Yet, they find the time to play with my young kids.

Jacob is a super athlete.  Heckuva sportsman and is heavily sought after by the high schools.  Even now.  His dad is a jock so he’s a chip off the ol’ block.  (Don’t worry, dad.  You’re not THAT old.)

And Brady… She already is a boy-killer…and a heckuva dancer.  Smart one, too!  (Don’t worry, mom.  I won’t tell ANYONE I have taken over at least a hundred of my chocolate truffles.  Funny Jake and Brady rarely tell me if they were good or not… ;))

But most of all, they are great kids.

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Jacob and Brady always take their dishes to the sink when they eat here.  Brady even cleaned off my (DISGUSTING) rangetop when she watched Jack and Brooke so that I could have my “date” with a varsity cheerleader and old friend for my 40th high school reunion last month.  I’m still on a high from that, by the way.  Thanks, Brady!

I had Jacob clear this irritating climbing ivy “someone” planted in my backyard.  It was climbing all over the place…and into my neighbor’s yard.  There wasn’t one branch left after he finished.  He even pulled out the roots.  Problem no more.  Thanks, Jacob!

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One other amazing piece of “togetherness”…  There are eight kids between our two families with an amazing connection…  The kids’ first letters in their names coincide – and in birth order, to boot!  They are:

  1. Robbie and Robyn
  2. Taylor and Takeshi
  3. Jacob and Jack, and lastly,
  4. Brady and Brooke

And one last (and upcoming) connection…  Robbie and Robyn are both getting married next year.

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Soon, Jacob and Brady will be seeking their own niches in life.  While Jack and Brooke will be sad, at the same time, I know their hearts will be filled with happiness and gratefulness for all their love, care and fun afforded them throughout their first years of life.

So many things to be thankful for…and Jacob and Brady are two of them.

Little Miss Firecracker


My youngest one… but the biggest firecracker.

The biggest handful of all four of ’em…  Well, probably she’s tied with my oldest son.

Lil’ Miss “I Won’t Go to Bed”.

“Papa… Pleeeeeze?”

“Oops. I farted.”

“Papa, I wanna do it!  I wanna do it!”

As I look at photos of my two grandmothers of a century ago, I wonder if they were like her…

In the Old Days…


I used the same setup but with a telephoto. Rugged Canon F-1 with a 250 exposure back.  Heap of moolah back then.

In the “old days”, we shot with 35mm cameras that used something called…film.

You loaded your own bulk film if you shot a lot.

You manipulated something called “ASA”.

You had to meter the light and set your shutter speed and f/stop.

There was no auto focus.

Me on the left with my motor driven Canon F-1 dangling from my shoulder. This was my mom and aunt’s war time refuge in the town of Fukui. At my relative’s home.

The cameras were made out of steel with metal gears – weighed a ton…especially if you carried an external motor drive with EIGHT AA batteries.

You developed your negatives at home – according to temperature.

Processing tanks. For 250 exposure lengths, I used a tub.

There was no “Photoshop”.  You used an enlarger and “dodged” and “burned” your prints to make corrections.

You all have it easy now.  Well, I guess me too.

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Just for memory’s sake (and my ego), here are two of my award-winning sports shots from 1972.  From one statewide photo contest.  These are surviving test prints, i.e., boo-boo prints that had been stashed away by luck. 🙂

The final prints – from the best printing efforts – were mounted and submitted.

Available light (and lighting was poor, believe me).  I didn’t use flash as I felt it distracted the players trying their best to win.

Exposed Tri-X at 2400 ASA and “cooked” the negatives in HC-110 replenisher.  Brutal stuff.

I usually shot from the stands, rim level, for a different perspective.

You had to anticipate the play and pre-focus.

And some luck.

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1st Place

Recently scanned and unretouched. That’ll be cheating now, wouldn’t it?

Honorable Mention:

Ditto.

Not bad for not having taken photo classes.  All self-taught.

OK.

My ego’s placated…and no criticisms from the pros who might be peeking.

Bad for ego.