On Saturday, November 15, 2014, our son Tyson held a recital for his music students. It was well performed — in all, there were 27 individual performances. It was also well attended, with lots of siblings, parents and grandparents making up an enthusiastic audience. It reminded us of the recitals in which Tyson performed some 25 years ago.
I tried to get photos of all his students without being too intrusive. It was a challenge because most of them exited the stage after their performance like they were competing in the twenty-yard dash. If I were to do it again I would ask that each student stand for a moment, smile and take a bow before leaving the stage.
Although I did my best, I missed several shots because I couldn’t focus fast enough. Toward the end of the recital the batteries in my flash attachment gave out. On the other hand, sometimes I was able to get more than one shot of a student. My apologies to those I missed. Maybe next time!
Last week Dawn and I flew to Chicago to visit Tyson and Lyra. The impetus for the trip was a music recital for Tyson’s students. I’ll tell more about that in a later post. The recital was on Saturday; on Friday evening we had dinner at Tyson and Lyra’s home in Chicago’s Avondale district. I brought my camera to memorialize our visit.
Tyson and Lyra in their kitchen in full dinner preparation mode
October 22-26, 2014: This has been an enjoyable week and weekend. First, Wanda and Mark Ostler (my sister and brother-in-law) visited from Pleasanton. They stayed over for our Friday night Miller Eccles Study Group meeting, featuring BYU professor Craig Harline talking about his outstanding mission memoir Way Below the Angels. Then we spent the weekend in San Diego where Dawn spoke at a special dinner of the San Diego Genealogy Society. We used the opportunity to walk along the boardwalk and take in the USS Midway Museum.
We were pleasantly surprised to see this statue, called “Unconditional Surrender,” based on an iconic photo taken at the end of World War II. The statue stood next to the USS Midway. (Click on the photo to make it larger.)
On September 13, 2014 we celebrated the ninetieth birthday of Jessie Parrett, Dawn’s mother. Dawn had been planning the party for months and, like everything Dawn does, it was spectacular. All but one of Jessie’s descendants was there, most traveling great distances. We had enough food to feed half of China for several days. It was a good chance to catch up on extended family—perhaps the last time all of these relatives would be together at the same place and time. (Click on any photo to bring up a larger version.)
Jessie and her children, Dawn and Brad. (Her middle child, Richard, is deceased.)
I have been a competitive person for as long as I can remember. I like to watch championship basketball games and share vicariously the exhilaration of the players on the winning team. The same is true for the Oscars or the Emmys. Of course, I’m not Michael Jordan or Meryl Streep or Julia Louis Dreyfus, so, for me, the thrill of victory is a rare one.
As most of my readers will know, I’m an amateur photographer who loves taking pictures. I think some of my photos are nice, but I don’t pretend to be a pro. I also enjoy making photo books (sometimes called digital scrapbooks). It merges two of my loves—photography and book design—into one art form. I like selecting the photos, determining where to put them, what size to make them, whether borders or shading enhances or detracts, adding color to the backgrounds, inserting text—all with an eye to telling a story.
I had attended county fairs in the past and always admired the beautiful handcrafted work created by participants, oohing and aahing over the particularly spectacular ones. This year I decided to become a participant.
This is an “establishing” shot of the OC Fair. I didn’t take it, but I admire the work.
We had a fun Mothers Day this year. Almost all of our family members were with us, as was Dawn’s mother. We missed Chicago-based son Tyson and his girlfriend Lyra, but we hope we’ll see them another time.
I had my camera at the ready all day and here are some of the results:
Dawn and her nearly-ninety-year-old mother, Jessie, who has made a remarkable comeback from life-threatening health issues.
Whenever possible I enjoy playing tennis with a fun group of players on Tuesday mornings. I’ve had to miss for the last few weeks because of a synovial cyst that is irritating my sciatic nerve and causing a good deal of pain. I was hoping that laying off tennis would be beneficial, but it doesn’t seem to have helped.
Since I wasn’t playing this week, I decided to go and be a photographer. Here are the results. (You can click on any photo and get an enlarged version.)
(Standing) Diane, Bea, Sandy, Cheryl, Sa. (Kneeling) Denise, Eric, Lisa. (Normally we have more men, but having so many women no doubt made the photos more colorful.)
On Saturday evening, March 8, we had a delightful evening at the home of Dean and Joyce Clark in Capistrano Beach. The company was outstanding — in addition to the Clarks, those in attendance were Scott and Patti Smith and Don and Mary Mealing (along with their son, Brian) and, of course, Dawn. I brought along my trusty Nikon D800.
We arrived shortly before sunset. The Clarks’ home sits on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean with both Santa Catalina and San Clemente islands clearly visible. As can be seen from the above photo, they are in the midst of a tremendous remodeling project. (This picture was taken from the edge of the bluff looking back at the rear of the home.)