When I was a young boy, I was forbidden to cross the main street. If I was caught, there would be dire consequences, perhaps the worst things that could happen from a nine-year-old’s point of view. I would have been grounded. My father might have taken a belt to me. My favorite toys would have […]
In the fall of 1986, I returned to the photojournalism lab at Northern Illinois University. I was two years out of college and supporting myself by delivering pizzas while struggling to establish a foothold in the journalism profession. There had been other jobs. I caught on with Young Athlete Magazine right out of college. Young […]
When Jake was about six years old, he walked into my office. One of the benefits of working at home was being available to my children. We chatted for a while about whatever was on his mind. He patted Buster on the head and headed for the door. “I’ll be back,” he said, as he […]
I dreamed about Alex one night. It doesn’t happen as often as you might expect. Perhaps that is for the best, because the dreams always end the same way—with the realization that Alex is no longer here. She was probably on my mind because I spent that evening editing pictures from a memorial walk held […]
In my last post, I said I knew the challenges awaiting Alex in Florida. Here’s how. In the summer of 1987, I was working for the Shoe Service Institute of America in Chicago’s Western suburbs. I edited their magazine, Shoe Service, and thoroughly enjoyed it. My boss had just announced his retirement. At their summer […]
In 2017, I was hired to photograph a conference in Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida. A few weeks before the conference, Alex called. “How far is Ponte Vedra Beach from Gainesville?” I looked it up—about an hour and a half. She asked if she could tag along—and if I could extend the trip by a day […]
“You have homework,” Alex said to me after her first day of seventh grade. She handed me a piece of paper with a single question on it. “What’s so tough about being a parent?” The teacher who created the assignment allowed two blank lines for an answer. That was not going to be enough space. […]
What is it they say? You may not remember what someone said, but you will always remember the way they made you feel. I met Jill when she was 12 years old, but I don’t remember it. She was my sister’s friend, three years younger than me, and what high school boy pays attention to […]
“Forward, together forward” “There’s victory in view” “Come on you Huskies, fight on you Huskies” “And win for NIU” Huskie Fight Song, Northern Illinois University The last time I saw Rus Elder in person was Homecoming of 1992. I lived in Maryland, but was excited about returning to DeKalb for the festivities. I was excited […]
My first assignment in my 1983 photojournalism class was to photograph the intersection of Fourth Street and Lincoln Highway in DeKalb, IL. I didn’t understand the assignment. Why are we photographing an intersection? What’s the point? Still, I headed out with my camera and took some pictures that I thought were pretty good. I handed […]