I had other, better photos to write about, but I found myself going back again and again to this one. It’s blurry, the lighting isn’t right, the doorframe is in the shot… you’ll...
This is my son five years ago. We were participating in the FIRST Regional Robotics Competition in Ypsilanti, Michigan, the first for both of us. Steve’s mentor had asked him to install some parts for...
I don’t recall what age I was exactly, and I’m not sure where the picture was taken (I also have the nagging suspicion that my Uncle Bill took it not my Dad) but this picture is about so much...
I was told when I first had a daughter that as soon as she turned 13 she would turn on me and be the most difficult person to deal with. She would hate me and everything I have ever said. I have watched...
Well what do I say? I am not much of a writer but I am somebody who loves take, and to look at photos. I took this photo of my children playing under the sprinkler in the front yard. It was originally...
There’s a well known question used by magazines in interviews and sometimes in dinner party games that goes, “if there was a fire at your home what is the one item you would have to save”. It’s...
It is not a photograph of exceptional quality, but it speaks so strongly of the value of stories in our lives.
Let me introduce you to Mary, my first grandchild. Her mother laboured to bring her into...
I have a large family. Not all of them are blood relations, or if there is blood involved, it’s fairly stretched out between us all. It’s not the only thing that’s stretched; we’re all over the...
This is a picture of my son, Owen, a few days after his third birthday. He’s sprawled across our kitchen floor, playing with a truck. Except, to him, that’s not the kitchen floor. It’s...
Megan was born 12 days late and she seems to have been trying to make up for lost time ever since. The one thing that stands out in my memory about her babyhood is how frustrated she was, how much of...