Tag: iPhone7

Because You Have To Do, What You Have To Do : 356/365

With a formal education in visual arts—extensive experience in the photographic industry from professional printing services, to commercial image-making, to once-a-portrait-studio-manager, to self-published author—I have been well-prepared for…

Hometown Hoorah and the Everlasting Legacy of Professional Football : 354/365

I am dressed in all of my team gear: tossle cap, Big Ben #7 jersey, black and gold scarf, my seven-day playoff beard, and appropriate team-inspired underwear. Well,…

Unseasonably Speaking the Promises of Spring : 351/365

It’s difficult to not be excited for a 60° day in January, along the 40th parallel of the globe. My neighborhood should be filled with arctic temperatures, similar…

Take the Stairs, Leave the Lemon Pound Cake : 348/365

The management has closed the main entrance to my building on campus, forcing my commute-via-foot to be rerouted through the hospital. From a Big Picture perspective, this isn’t…

Men Who Wrestle Dinosaurs : 343/365

Mister Atwood, honestly I don’t know his actual real name, lives at the intersection of Atwood Street and Forbes Avenue, in front of the Rite Aid Pharmacy. The…

Promises We May or May Not Keep : 342/365

In direct contrast to yesterday’s literary installment, Promises We Must Keep, I offer the following words of wisdom regarding goals and objectives that may or may not be…

Promises We Must Keep : 341/365

As I stand in the driveway, the temperature can’t be more than—optimistically, let’s say—seven degrees at most right now. Chunks of snow fall from the neighbor’s oak tree,…

!Gracias=Amigos : 339/365

Isn’t it funny, possibly ironic, how prone humans are inclined to repetitive behavior? We shop at the same place, watch the same television shows, and even dine at…

More Than Migratory Mammalia : 335/365

Some daily stories begin as small ideas, snowballing through intensive edits and revisions, gradually evolving into massive personal reflections and meditations on the precise meaning of life, but…

Visions of Sugar-plums : 333/365

I can think of no other day on the calendar when expectation and anticipation flow like a furious river through my home. And I’m sure it is the…

Escape from Academia : 330/365

Much like the day before summer vacation, I don’t plan on doing much of anything this morning, nor am I required, unless some major problem requires my problem-solving…

Do Not Open Until 1985 : 329/365

I’m washing my hands, and I’ve got time travel on my mind. I just finished a video game this week, Life is Strange, that has me pondering the…

Man of a Thousand Occupations : 328/365

If pressed, I’d say that my core personality consists of 7% seriousness and 93% sarcasm, with a heavy weight of exaggeration added into the mix. In fact, my…

The Girl Who Was Bored For Fifty-six Minutes : 327/365

From time to time, I remind myself that this entire introspective project would go much quicker, if I didn’t have to write a story each day. I could…

A House Seemingly Divided : 326/365

This particular weekend, our family calendar is completely full of events and obligations. Yesterday, we marveled at the big screen, cinematic universe of Star Wars; today, we are…

Sorry, This is Not ‘Your’ Star Wars : 325/365

With a viewing of Episode VIII fresh in my mind, I want to pen some poignant thoughts regarding the latest installment. For the official record, I loved the…

Yes, There Is an ‘I’ In Team : 324/365

It occurred to me that I’ve been writing several stories that circle around the topic of basketball, and—considering that they are all related to my two girls and…

Things I Learned From My Dog : 323/365

I push the power button on the television, grab the game controller from the charging cradle, and then quickly remember the mysterious Christmas fruit cake in the refrigerator….

Merry Whatchamacallit : 322/365

Today is the Winter Party for all employees—specifically, not Christmas Party. I’ve grabbed a cherry-flavored 7-Up, prepared my cold-cut sandwich on a delicious roll, secured my favorite piece…

31 Flavors of Christmas Concert : 321/365

Today is a Tuesday-twofer, and you will be receiving not the usual single scoop story, but a towering-double, served in a tasty sugar cone package. First I’d like…

Family Bonding, One Bucket of Chicken at a Time : 319/365

During a mental review of my topics-tackled-to-date, it is glaringly obvious to me—and I’m sure to you too, although you may be too polite to mention it—that I’ve…

Mini Pigskins and Birthday Wishes : 317/365

I’m shopping for a birthday gift for my soon-to-be seven-year-old nephew. His dad, my brother, has suggested a mini football. My brother and I share a love for…

Turn Your Back to Fear : 315/365

It’s Wednesday again, and that warrants a healthy walk around campus today, on my lunch break. I always relish a long walk to nowhere in particular, with hopes…

Bushy Eyebrows Beyond Belief : 311/365

I’m a reasonably intelligent man, but there are questions that I simply do not know how to forge a proper reply, including: “which way does your part go?”,…

Nostalgia Will Destroy You : 307/365

It’s exactly twelve o’clock, and I’m headed out my office door. Destination: specifically unknown, but technically Halfway Between Here and There, defined in further detail. Objective: produce story-telling…

Use Your Imagination, People : 303/365

“Mister F. wants to know if we would play D&D with them sometime,” my son said to me, referencing his best buddy—little Mister F.—who is the son of…

Films About Ghosts, Cranberry Sauce, and Kachow Kachow : 302/365

Family traditions are important, at least for my family—always have, and, hopefully, always will. Thanksgiving Day seems to be the designated kick-off to the Season of Traditions, continuing…

Blizzard of Oz : 297/365

For the second time this year, we find ourselves eating ice cream at King Cones Castle, enjoying treats. On top of the rare, twice-in-one-calendar-year occurrence it is not…

Shoes, Teeth, and Eyes Oh My : 292/365

I have a peculiar habit—maybe it’s just me, I don’t know—where I always notice a person’s shoes, teeth, and eyes. It does sound a little creepy now, when…

Christmas Comes This Time Each Year (or Sooner) : 291/365

Public Service Announcement: the “official” order of the holidays (based on the government-based calendar) is still Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Please note the specific order which, by…

Phoenix Gonna Rise : 289/365

My wife and I have ordered soft drinks, we enjoy free chips and salsa, as I admire the sconce hanging on the wall. I attempt to photograph it…

The Road (More or Less) Traveled : 280/365

For the last few months, I’ve been dealing with some really big questions: “what is my current job?”, “what are the positive elements of my job?”, “what does…

Old Dog, New Tricks, and Well-Worn (Semi-Lucky) Socks : 272/365

The well-worn idiom states that You Can’t Teach an Old Dog New Tricks—stating the impossibility of changing personal habits or the equal improbability of learning a new skill—but…

Choose Something Else, Captain Obvious : 269/365

If it were up to me, adventurous outings would supersede shopping, nine Saturdays out of ten. That’s my obvious choice. Today was a perfect case in point: it…

Low-fi Kinda Sky : 265/365

Last night my daughter told me that it could snow overnight and, based on the mild October weather that we’ve been enjoying thus far, I naturally scoffed at…

Pumpkin Ripple with a Side of Blogoslaw : 262/365

Last night: children sleep-over at the grandparent’s house, and date night with my spouse. Today: afternoon of window shopping for random widgets, and ice cream date with my…

Superman Where Are You Now? : 259/365

By my lackluster mathematical skills, I have determined that I’ve successfully walked down this hallway approximately four million times in the last eighteen months on my commute to…

No Yesterday, No Tomorrow : 256/365

Today’s image is not just another pretty picture of a pulverized bird; it is another visual object lesson in the the most macabre subject matter of artists, poets,…

History of Bone and Blood : 246/365

Noobie parents be forewarned: don’t blink because time flies by “just like that”—you couldn’t see my hands when I said that, but I made a really cool double…

Shadows and Tall Trees : 245/365

Shadows lengthen, mornings more crisp, leaves release their grip from wooden skeletons—evidence of seasons passed and seasons to come. Soon the deep cold will arrive, frosted ghosts upon…

We Are Family : 243/365

Joining my two daughters and their entire soccer team, I am watching the Pittsburgh Pirates challenge the St. Louis Cardinals on our home turf, the amazing field of…

Welcome to Your Life (It’s the End of the World as We Know It) : 242/365

“So do you feel that you’ve adequately prepared for your race?”, she asks with a heavy dose of sarcasm. For the Nth time, my wife is trying to…

What a Wonderful World : 239/365

It’s noon. I’m standing in Schenley Plaza, outside of a restaurant, waiting for my lunch meeting. His absence is noticeable, so I check my phone. And he has…

Fred’s Dead, Baby : 237/365

In my quest to be the best husband possible, I have once again visited my wife’s workplace to help her with various tasks. While I wait for her…

Theory of Adjacency : 236/365

We interrupt this creative portfolio for a visit to my favorite science lab, also known as my wife’s classroom. In the spirit of science, that reminds me of…

Hipflarical, Just Like Her Momma : 234/365

You know me, right? I’m a straight-shooter. Honest to the core. 100% true legit, just can’t quit. So when I tell you that my two daughters are probably…

Friendships Are the Measure of a Man’s Worth : 228/365

The only way my friend could have been more surprised is if we all hid in a closet, jumped out in excited, and screamed “SURPRISE, Happy Birthday Scott!”…

Seedlings of Change : 226/365

Today is filled with thoughts of change, fueled with the courage to pursue such alterations of life. As I drive from downtown, I notice my canvas satchel on…

Peculiar People of Public Transportation : 223/365

With seventeen months of public transportation on my commuter resume—and countless hours of humanoid observation—I am a self-proclaimed expert in the peculiarity of people. Prior to the initialization…

Winged White Horses, Marshmallows, and Dating My Girl : 221/365

Tonight is Sunday—September 3, 2017, to be exact—and I am going on a date with my wife to the movies. Sans children, she has indicated that we should…

Having an Off Decade : 220/365

I recently saw a photograph of myself, dated approximately four years ago, and I looked the exact same thick-in-the-middleness that I do today. As a lover of the…

Swift and Sudden Death to All Things of Summer : 209/365

Tonight is Summer’s Last Eve, for tomorrow is the first day of school, and today’s story is the bookend to summer break’s The Whole of It. With kids…

Challenging the Unknown : 207/365

Sometimes I am (scratch that, and change it to Always I am) scared of new experiences. I have a surplus of caution, hesitation, and reservation for the things…

Eyes Wide Open : 203/365

In a quieted tone of confession, I will admit that I had an enjoyable time at a pop concert by a Disney princess that was opened by two…

Prayerfully out of Practice : 197/365

With a benchmark of nearly two hundred stories and photographs rapidly approaching in my series, I have not yet reached the point of writer’s block (or artist’s block)….

Three Miles, Fifty-Five Days, and Eighteen Stone : 188/365

The mind is a remarkable tool and, as a human, we are able to accomplish anything that we desire, if we put our mind to it. I have…

Welcome to the Happy Side of the Universe : 161/365

The morning preceding a trip to Disneyland should be joyful, and full of anticipation; however, my brother’s children are in full tears, intermixed with sorrowful wailing. It is…

Fatherhood is Like a Roller Coaster : 144/365

As I wait in line for the roller coaster, celebrating Fathers Day with my children, I reflect on what it means to be a dad. With temperatures rising…

Language of Joshua Tree : 133/365

With a thirty minute train ride under my belt, and a full belly of Mexican food (mmm, guacamole), my wife and I have arrived at Heinz Field to…

Silver Crescent Slice : 123/365

Against a plum-lit sky, the silhouetted songbird sings an enchanting melody, beckoning the sleeping moon from its slumber beneath the horizon. Rise, rise moon, rise—in a repetitive call…

Snapshots in a Family Album : 95/365

My alarm screeches, it’s 5:30am, my arm involuntary responds with a wide arc and slamming motion. It’s instantly silenced. Less than a minute later, my wife’s alarm announces,…

Shoot ’em If You’ve Got ’em : 94/365

What’s the best camera, lens, software (used to be film)? The pretentious question has been asked by every single photographer since the first photographic image created by Joseph…