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52 blessings 22.2010

I hate to take another week off in getting back on track with the 52 pics of the week so I’ll move my lazy butt and get with it.I’ve been very blessed to shoot sports photography for a local football team here in Wenatchee. I started taking pictures for the Rams in 2004 with my FUJI FINEPIX. I’ve come a long way and now I’m shooting with a Canon 1D Mark II with a 300 f/2.8L and 1.4 extender. Of course, I don’t own the 300 f/2.8 but I have a good friend who lets me borrow it now and then. Last year, I retired as the, “official photographer for the WV Rams. I wanted to focus my time in different areas. This years season, I showed up at their first game and set up a World Vision booth and snapped a only a few shots. It was fun, but I was more excited about getting TWO sponsors for World Vision kids. However, I do miss the fun of trying to get the shot.I was reminded of that tofsy as I was invited back to shoot for a Rams playoff game. I’m not sure I’ve yet to get that one football shot I’ve been longing for… but I just might keep coming back anyhow. I figure it’s like a game of golf… you can take a hundred bad shots, but you get one nice shot and you just know you have to come back and try again. I have a LOT of bad shots, but sometimes I get so close to the shot I’m looking for.Today wasn’t the bang up, action packed game… but the Rams did win and now they get to move on step closer to the championships. I’m glad they are doing so well and I hope they get to the championships. Deep down in my heart, I think I will always be a Rams photographer… If they continue to have me.peace.johno~

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52 blessings 14.2010

It’s amazes me how blessed I am to find myself in so many new places. So blessed to meet new people. This is a big world and there’s so much I’ve never seen or done. This week, I met a cowboy. A man that can drink, smoke and shoot… all while riding a horse at the same time. Go figure. Not something I think I could ever do, but that’s ok.

Being from the city, I never knew much about cowboys except for what I was able to see on television.

Coby, pictured here, is more cowboy than any television character I’ve ever seen. I saw this man rope the hind legs of a calf… by throwing a rope over it’s head… I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m sure not to many on the face of the earth could successfully do such a thing.

I’m not sure who or what I will met in the days to come, but this was a special treat.

peace.
johno~

By the way…
So everyone knows, I have all the other pictures of the week since number eight and I promise to get those up soon.

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52 blessings 07.2010


I remember when I was a young boy, about 7 or 8, a music teacher traveled door to door in our neighborhood selling music lessons… for the accordion. Oh, I so wanted to learn an instrument. Alas, we had no money for music lessons. In a way, I think my mom thought she was saving me from ridicule. She could have never known I could have been Weird Al Johnovic.

That was my musical chance and it was gone. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school, I decided to join band. I became a percussionist. I couldn’t read music, still can’t, had no idea on tempo, beat, etc. When I was put to the test for class, I would listen to the person before me and copy them. Which is a good idea unless they botch the whole thing… which they did. However, I made it.

I’ve always felt that I had some part in me that was “musical” I just never had the formal training. I just believe I can.

Just before my first daughter was born, I wrote a lullaby. It was my first song I had ever written. Well, I never wrote the music down, I just remembered the tune.

As a matter of fact, I’ve written 5 songs. One of them a small female singing group used as they toured Russia… “going public”

Another was for a little princess who lost her battle with a brain tumor.

Music is such a blessing. Perhaps I will learn to read music one day. For now, I’m learning my guitar. I’ve got more than three chords memorized and can even do a few bar chords. It’s the singing at the same time while playing thing that gets me. Little by little.

I hope to write a few more songs I have another lullaby to write. better get to it.

peace.
johno~

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52 blessings 06.2010


I’m not a big romantic, but I feel blessed to have a life that’s full of adventure, mystery and romance. Romance is a part of life. I can’t imagine living without it. Romance is more than a pounding heart, butterflies in your stomach or deep breaths… it’s story.

Romance is a thread that is woven in relationship. It pursues, captivates, embraces.

I’ve got a lot more to learn about romance… I know it’s way more than flowers, however, it seems as if flowers are, many times, the beginning of something special.

I post this on the eve of Valentine’s… I hope the extent of my romance is not a bunch of roses… I hope they’re just the beginning.

But you’ll have to ask my wife.

peace.
johno~

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52 blessing 05.2010


I remember my first taste of coffee… my mothers instant “tasters choice” YAK! I’m not sure how old I was, but I’ll never forget the laughs as my contorted face brought forth wonderful amusement for those watching. It wouldn’t be until I was 19 and fighting fire for Chelan County Fire Department. (Yes, I was a firefighter, EMT at one time). It was winter and cold. Fighting fire in the cold nights, wet and freezing, I knew I had to do something, but coffee? YAK! A friend of mine told me, “You need to drink coffee. What else is there” I told him about my experience with coffee, “tasters choice” and for what I tasted to be the “tasters choice” it must have been in the line up with chum, dirty toilet water and charcoal mixed with burnt food and water. He laughed at me like the others did so many years ago and he told me I needed to try an espresso shot.

My first espresso shot. I would like to say it was heaven, it was not. I still didn’t have the taste for coffee, but I was going to. It wasn’t a matter of liking the taste… it was a matter of staying warm. I knew I would drink coffee if it killed me and I would learn to drink it straight. None of this fancy pants stuff… Cream, sugar, etc. With as much junk as some folks put in their coffee, I doubt they are really drinking coffee.

Winter forged on and I forced every hot cup of coffee down that I could to stay warm. I was told the secret to good coffee was never washing your mug. I gave it a shot and I’m not sure when it really happened, but I got hooked… I fell head over heals for the taste and smell of coffee. I can’t imagine not having a nice hot cup of BLACK coffee. It is one of the best parts of each day. The aroma early in the morning just makes me smile.

Is it a drug? Am I addicted? Say what you want… I don’t really care. I love my coffee.

I’ve managed to have coffee from many parts of the world. Darker roasts are my favorite and I enjoy beans from Africa.

Is this a blessing? Of course it is. Take it away from me though and it could be a curse… for you. :)

peace.
johno~

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