Saturday, May 27, 2017

Memorial Day Weekend Thoughts

Memorial Day display at Yo Fresh on the Historic Woodstock Square. WWII-era Air Force memorabilia. 


We are beginning Memorial Day weekend.

The weekend is a difficult weekend to navigate. On the one hand, we are observing a day that recognizes the incredible and sometimes inevitable loss that comes with freedom. On the other hand, active duty military and veterans alike come together to orchestrate these beautiful memorial celebrations.

My friend Greg (you know who you are, friend) just posted about what this day is not. But, I have to disagree (in a completely loving way) with him. When I see the military presence, yes, I remember the fallen, but I still thank these men and women for their service. And, yes, I know that it isn’t about them today, but it sort of is – because they are brothers and sisters in arms with those who have gone before them.

Often writing about and taking pictures of veterans, I’m continually in awe of those who put country before self. It is humbling and it is inspiring. I am a better person because I’ve taken the time to listen, to become friends with, and to sometimes treat as family these men and women.

A dear couple lost their son in Afghanistan –  C.J., a U.S. Marine. This husband and wife – Gold Star parents who lost their only son – inspire me in ways I can’t express. I know their life isn’t always upbeat and positive. I know they don’t go a day without mourning his loss. But what I see is a constant desire to make the lives of others better ~ and what an absolutely beautiful way to memorialize their son and to leave a legacy of service!

When I am feeling overwhelmed, I look to them.

This weekend I think about what they endure because their son’s bravery, dedication and ultimate sacrifice. But I also have worked with enough veterans to realize that sacrifices come not just from the Gold Star section of memorials. It sometimes comes in the form of invisible wounds of war – something that we cannot see. Sometimes the sacrifice is in returning so completely and profoundly changed that their lives and the lives of those they love are altered forever.

So, when I approach Memorial Day, I do so with trepidation. I remember the fallen, but I continue to admire the sacrifices of each and every serviceman and -woman. They, too, sacrifice. And it is not forgotten.


“Thank you” isn’t enough nor does it make the loss any less for families who mourn sons, daughters, wives, husbands, mothers and fathers. “Thank you” feels so small for you men and women who put your lives on the line every day. But “thank you” is all I have for those who have fallen … for it is because of you that we live here, in the Land of the Free because of the Brave.

Woodstock Harley-Davidson will honor those killed in action Sunday morning at 11 a.m.  Join us!

The Woodstock Harley-Davidson staff make sure that this beautiful flag never touches the ground as it is raised -- a multi-person job that is done with honor and respect.

Air Force memorabilia display at Yo Fresh.


Vintage Air Force uniform and pilot cap.


Bike Haven on the Historic Woodstock Square special ordered this Electra Tiger Shark bike in honor of the historic WWII Warbirds. 



Memorial Day display at Read Between the Lynes bookstore. 

Read Between the Lynes Bookstore display.

Sign outside Read Between the Lynes Bookstore

Our patriotic town!

I absolutely love how Bike Haven created a store-wide military theme bringing in, not only the Warbird bike, but also these throwback bikes that look like early motorcycles ... most notably used in the Mexican-U.S. Border Conflict all the way back in 1916.

Vintage throw-back to the early motorcycle era to coincide with the Memorial Day theme at Bike Haven on the Woodstock Square.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Little Angels, bikers, Roland Harper

I had a crazy weekend – I was busy beyond belief, running from event to event, making sure that timing was spot-on just to get everywhere I needed to be and also to be able to get my children where they needed to be.

One event made me stop and think about taking time to enjoy the blessings of the moment.

I covered the Little Angels Pledge Run sponsored by the Elgin Area Organization of Motorcycle Riders and Woodstock Harley-Davidson.

Knowing that I had a busy weekend, and recognizing that I would not be able to attend the event in its entirety, I did some research ahead of time – and I am so thankful that I did. I met some of the most incredibly kind and generous people.

Mary Jean Adkins, donor engagement director for Marklund Wasmond Center at Little Angels, took the time to really talk about the needs the center has – as well as the incredible care the organization gives to individuals with profound medical needs.

She explained that, with inadequate state funding, the Little Angels Pledge Run is a huge asset for the organization. The run has raised almost 5 million dollars in 30 years – and continues to thrive. That money has gone toward helping to build a new facility and new medical equipment acquisitions among other things.

For those who, like me, might be unfamiliar with motorcycle runs, this run both kicked off at and returned to Woodstock Harley-Davidson – a dealership well known for its charitable support of many organizations. Bikers paid to join the 80-mile ride, but they also collected pledges outside of that fee as well.  All of the proceeds go toward supporting Little Angels. Everyone I spoke with that day talked about the generosity of the bike community – and how their support has changed lives.


A line of motorcyclists supporting the Little Angels Pledge Run waits for the ride to kick off.


I saw some of that firsthand. As the bikers left, they waved to the residents who were able to attend – and the smiles on their faces left no doubt that were excited to be there. I met a young man named Darren. He held my hand, and, though he struggled to find the voice to say hello, he kept receiving encouragement from a Little Angels staff member and eventually his word rang out, loud and clear.

I was overwhelmed with emotion just being with this young man whose joy was so innocent and whose willingness to spend some time with me – to reach out for my hand and have a conversation with almost no words – was genuine.

Joy and thanksgiving for the motorcyclists who support Little Angels.

Beth Norman who organized the event also knows how much joy these residents bring to others. A member of EAO, she spoke about how incredible the motorcyclists are every year and how wonderful Doug Jackson (part owner of Woodstock HD) and Woodstock Harley-Davidson had been – graciously hosting the event and being a staunch supporter of this organization. She also talked about what I was witnessing: the incredible generosity of the biker community.

Then I met a gentleman who was volunteering to work security for the event. We talked casually, and he revealed that he was not a biker, but that he was there to support his friend who had a son at Little Angels. This man – Chuck Haas – was incredibly helpful. After speaking with him, I knew I was in the right place for pictures. But then, Haas deflected attention from himself to his friend. He insisted that I should make mention of his friend in the article.

I explained that I couldn’t include someone’s name – particularly a person with a resident at Little Angels – without his or her permission.

He assured me that it would be OK, but he also said that I could go speak with him … if I high-tailed it across the sea of 500 motorcycles … and found one Mr. Roland Harper.

Now, apparently my knowledge of motorcycles is tantamount to my knowledge of football. Haas kindly explained that Roland Harper was none other than the Chicago Bears running back who blocked for Walter Payton.  Yep … I didn’t know! (And I’m a little embarrassed about that.)

Anyway, I decided to make a break from the spot I had staked out for photographs and try to track down what I assumed would be a needle in a haystack. After a couple of wrong attempts, I found a group of gentlemen who looked as though they might fit the bill.

Now my husband said this is my “extreme extrovertedness” coming out, but I casually stood in front of this group and asked if anyone knew Haas. One gentleman came forth, and I asked if he happened to be Roland Harper. Task complete!

I apologized for my clear football knowledge deficit, but Harper didn’t seem fazed by my lack of recognition. He was as kind and as genuine and as honest as Haas had described. He shared his son’s story. He allowed me to take his photo and he laughed with me and even jokingly smirked a little when I told him I had taught Bryan Bulaga of Green Bay Packers fame.

The one thing I noticed about Harper was that he didn’t seem to want to be the center of attention. And the photo I like best is him with his riding companions. To me, it seemed fitting that he be represented as a man who welcomes others. I wish I had more time to talk with him – but the ride was about to start, and I was trying to be respectful of what I perceived to be his desire to have the focus on the Little Angels organization and not on him.

Bears running back Roland Harper with his crew of Little Angels supporters before heading out on the ride.


Little Angels residents and staff cheering on the riders.



So I ran back to the residents … and watched the joy on their faces and in their hearts … and I left longing for more – more time with these residents, more time with the incredible staff, and more time with the biking community whose often gruff exterior notably belies a gentle heart.

Roland Harper on the way out ... with a little editing, just because I thought this would be cool;)



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Friday, May 12, 2017

Photos with Smiling Mis



 (Sorry in advance for the large watermarks -- I can't release the clean images yet!)

Off-Track Thoroughbred Smiling Mis



After several crazy weeks, well, my crazy schedule persists. This week, though, I was both excited and challenged by a fun equestrian shoot opportunity:

I had the pleasure of shooting Smiling Mis – an eight-year-old Off-Track Thoroughbred. The sun was shining – something you can rarely count on here in the Midwest – even when sun is *in* the forecast!

Smiling Mis, her owner and my good friend Krista and me ~ enjoying some barn time. *photo credit goes to my oldest daughter

This was a last-minute session, actually – thrown in at a moment’s notice. With the weather cooperating and the timing having worked out, Smiling Mis didn’t disappoint.

The mare shoot began with Smiling Mis (a great granddaughter of one of the most celebrated and accomplished Thoroughbreds – Northern Dancer – and great-great-great granddaughter of Canadian icon Native Dancer) at liberty – bucking and galloping in a pasture – much to her heart’s content. Behind the lens I watched and snapped away as she appeared to almost effortlessly fling her athletic body in the air demonstrating her strength, power and stamina. As I stood on a fencepost and Smiling Mis rapidly galloped and kicked her way toward me, I could feel my own heart pounding. But to see her lean muscles, to watch the heat coming off her coat and to witness that fire in her eyes and her intense breaths pouring out of those wide nostrils... well, it was proof of the enormous amount of energy she had expended in those moments. Her composure and athleticism cleverly belied the difficulty of the exercise.

Smiling Mis showing off in the pasture!
There were kicks and bucks and snorts and heart-stopping moments, but there were FABULOUS action shots here!

We moved over to the outdoor riding arena after Smiling Mis was tacked up – a pretty leather bridle, show reins, English saddle and a floral saddle pad to boot. This was very exciting to my little girls who took note immediately!

Suddenly that fiery personality and feisty athleticism that seemed to be more at home in an eventing category became calm and loyal. A steady walk around the outside of the arena ending with a nice poised portrait session with ears up seemed almost too easy. Trotting and cantering, too – everything taken in stride, with a determined sense of perfection.

My daughters threw hay in Smiling Mis’ direction to perk up those ears, but she rarely needed coaxing. Smiling Mis – a horse who has likely seen it all as a racehorse (having to burst out of a gate into a gallop, being trailered around, and performing while maintaining composure in the midst of loud noises, crowds and other nuisances) – was a joy to work with.

So much so that when Smiling Mis’ owner offered to let me climb into the saddle, I hoisted myself up and sat down.


This beautiful bay Thoroughbred with a pretty white star and midnight mane won my heart, and I couldn’t have been happier with the images I walked away with!

I love the love here ~ Horse and Human ~ bonded forever.
Krista even let me hop in the saddle. Thanks, lady!

I love horse close-ups! Look at that eye!

A poignant moment as Smiling Mis cools down after our photo session, tack on the gate, while her owner and I stand and chat.