There have been countless images that have have captivated the world, but the chances of capturing an iconic photographer are few and far between.
A few of my favorites include:
- Muhammad Ali vs. Sonny Liston by: Neil Leife 1965 ￼
- V-J Day in Times Square by: Alfred Eisenstaedt 1945
- Flag Raising on Iwo Jima by: Joe Rosenthal 1945
- The Loch Ness Monster by: Unknown
The above pictures invoke emotion. The photographers had a keen eye and a sense of importance. They had a feeling that told them what to take a photo of, how to position the camera and exactly when to shoot... and they needed a little luck.
How do I know this? Because last night I became that photographer. I was in the right place at the right time. I had the awareness and the steady hand to capture one of the most iconic photos in our family’s history.Here we see this rare creature in its natural nighttime habitat. Oliver (Oliverius Maximus- Latin). This creature does not sleep through the night and he is mostly nocturnal. Observing him sleeping let alone getting a photo without him waking up and screaming the rest of the night is extremely rare indeed.
It takes talent to be able to what I did last night. It took ninja skills to be able to sneak into Oliver’s room without disturbing him, but I did it. And in the process I ensured that this photo will go down in the annals of historically famous photos.
Today’s the big day… FIVE! 5! V! Cinco! Anyway you say it… you’re a big boy now. You continue to amaze me at every one of life’s hurdles. It’s not about the easy times that show ones character… it’s the hard times that define us.
Truth be told you’re already a better person than I will ever be. You are kind… you are caring… and you are generous. I’m not sure there are three more important qualities anyone can have. I’ve seen you share your toys, hug and kiss your brother when he gets hurt and look after your friends who need help. Sure sometimes you’re the one who pushed Oliver off the bed, but you always are the first one to help him back up! You need to continue to be that person. Help those in need, look out for others who aren’t as fortunate as you and smile… always smile.
I’ve watched you struggle with things, I’ve watched you get frustrated and I’ve watched you always come out a better person from all your struggles. I’ve always cursed under my breath a few times when you’re just being a pain in the ass, but for the most part those days are few and far between.
I can’t believe how fast time goes. You’re five years old already? This morning you told me you don’t need help getting breakfast anymore because, ” dad I’m five now, I don’t need help anymore!” Listen dude, you’re always going to need help, don’t be afraid to ask for it. And even if you don’t need it, I’ll still be right there in case you do!
I love you Jackson. Happy fifth birthday!
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“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.” -Albus Dumbledore
You know the toddler years are going to be rough when you have to put your kid on a leash at two.
I feel like it’s been about 100 years since the last time I visited Scott’s Brats, a small beach front stand that serves authentic Wisconsin food. The best part is Scott, the owner, is a HUGE Packers fan.
His stand covered in Palm leaves and surrounded by the Caribbean Sea, but what stood out most (besides the amazing brats or Italian sausage on a Italian bread) was the Packers memorabilia and amazing license plates from all around the world, most depicting some sort of Packers saying. I took a picture with Scott before we left and told him we’d be back one day. I also asked him if I could buy one of his license plates. He told me he was still collecting them and the next time I came he’d give me one.
Well years later we came back. I had been telling the boys all about the guy in Aruba who loves the Packers. They were exited to meet him. Scott’s Brats is still standing, unfortunately no more Scott (he sold it to retire to beach life a few years back) and now that authentic Wisconsin food has a with a touch of Aruban flavor).
Matt, the new owner has kept the Packers memorabilia up and has added more license plates from all over Aruba. When I told him the story about the first time I met Scott, he grabbed a hammer, took down that Packers license plate from all those years ago and gladly handed it over to me. That golden “GOPACK” plate from “One Happy Island” will display nicely in the basement and remind me and the boys of our first vacation together, of the warm ocean, the hot sun, some great food and the fact that Packers fans are everywhere.
You won’t ever live this one down. Trust me, I won’t let you forget it. It doesn’t matter now, it won’t matter in a few months, maybe not even in a few years. But when you’re teenage years hit. And when you are in college… and one day when you are waking up at 5:30am everyday for work… trust me. It’ll matter then.
Tonight, after we all finished reading a story and Oliver was already fast asleep, you turned to me and said, “this is so boring!!! I hate sleep!” That’s an exact quote, those were the words that came out of your mouth, you’re brain sent signals to your mouth and out came those sounds.
You hate sleep?
Sleep bores you?!!
I’ll remember this the first time you tell me to leave you alone because you’re still sleeping!
(For now… enjoy sleeping… because one day… you’ll miss it!).
Happy National Sibling’s Day to my two and these two!
I sincerely apologize for the Blair Witch Project cinematography, but this video is Oscar worthy. Best picture, best actor, best impression of multiple animals.
Oliver is Saturday Night Live’s new GoatBoy. What do you want… a horse? A gopher? A Yeti? He’s got you… you need a duck call? How about someone to help round up a flock of sheep? Oliver is your guy.
Most people need a few cups of coffee in the morning to even be cognizant, but not Oliver. It’s 5:35am on a Saturday morning in this video and he’s coo-cooing every animal between Noah’s Arc and Old McDonald’s Farm. He’s a savant, an animal whisperer… our very own Dr. Dolittle.