Child’s Voice School Graduation


Recently, I photographed the graduation ceremony at Child’s Voice School in Wood Dale (Child’s Voice website). I’ve photographed school portraits and events for them over the last 6 years, and it’s really an amazing place.



The first thing you notice is that no one  signs.  Child’s Voice doesn’t teach sign language. It provides a listening and spoken language program for children with hearing loss.  The students are taught to listen and talk, so they will be prepared for a hearing world.


Other than catching an occasional glimpse of a cochlear implant, it looks like any other preschool. To quote one instructor, “We teach them to sing instead of sign”.


Road Trip

Why I was late picking up Marshall from the University of Iowa
Why I was late picking up Marshall from the University of Iowa

I love road trips, and although it’s been a while since I had an all in, Kerouac-esque experience, I have been driving a lot, shuttling my kids home from college and summer camp. There’s something refreshing about being out in the open. As I leave the crowded, claustrophobic hustle of the Chicago area for the open skies of the country, I feel a weight lift. My mind relaxes and there’s room to think and see. There’s always something new and exciting ahead. You never know what you’ll see or who you’ll meet.

What I was doing when Len stopped to say hi.
What I was doing when Len stopped to say hi.

Back from the Mountains


I recently spent a week in the Rocky Mountains, where I was skiing in Snowmass, CO, with my family. I love the mountains. They’re inspiring, awesome, reflective, majestic, meditative; you name the cliché and most likely it fits.  The sky is so blue it almost hurts your eyes. Storms blow in at a frightening pace, but what’s left behind is beautifully quiet. Someday, I may not return. However I’m back, and my vacation beard became so itchy it’s already gone.


Spring Fever



Last weekend was beautiful. The weather was warm, and the breeze was gentle. It was intoxicating. Until then, I hadn’t dealt with spring fever, but that really set it off. And this week, the weather turned back to a more normal March, with the temperatures in the 40s and 50s, the sky the same color as the sidewalk, and a cold bite to the wind.   So I dug through my archives and found these images that I shot last spring of my granddaughter. They instantly warmed me up, and made me smile. I can almost smell the warm, moist earth, and hear her giggles.




Philadelphia: City of Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection.


I just returned from a shoot in Philadelphia with a great client, O&B Communications.  I had a great time and the shoot went really well, but I fell in love with the city.  It was my first time there.  Besides the great food (I ate an authentic cheese steak at Jim’s, cheese wiz and all), and the wonderful people, I couldn’t get over the sense of history. It was awesome to walk past buildings that were built when Chicago was still home to the Potawatomi Indians.  And to see the place where the Declaration of Independence was signed was profound, to say the least.  If you get a chance, check out the “City of Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection” (that’s a direct quote from Philadelphia’s Mayor Nutter himself).