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Photo Friday: Mom’s Little Bird

What mom wouldn’t swoon at a photo like this?

Tball Bird

Little Bird after her t-ball opening game

It’s funny how I shoot several photos during the game for Photo Friday, yet it’s the quick candid on the way home that makes the grade. I suspect it’s because I’m just not trying too hard.

I’m also a bit disappointed in the performance of my Canon 55-250mm lens. It’s not bad, especially given its an entry-level lens, but I’ve noticed it just doesn’t get very sharp photos of subjects at longer distances. Granted I need to work on my sharpening skills in Photoshop and Lightroom, but I feel like I should be getting better results straight off the camera. If I start saving some bucks now, maybe I’ll have enough for a real lens by the time the rugrats get into high school sports.

Bonus photo: while one rugrat was playing baseball, another tried to sneak up and take me out.

Assassin

He tried to shoot me in the back!

He didn’t count on my keen powers of observation as he crept from tree to tree behind the bleachers, and my shutter finger beat his trigger finger. To his credit, though, none of the other families on the bleachers noticed. Solid Snake would be proud.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

He Comes By It Honestly

Today the Midget’s teacher sent an email to the Wife. It went like this:

“I’m sending a paper that Tim did this A.M. It will be stapled to his Agenda page. Would you please take a look at it and let me know what you think?”

Being both a parent, a student at some point in time, and now a staff member for a school district, I know that notes like this are a Bad Thing. I assumed it had something to do with zombies, blood and death, but one never knows with the son of a horror writer.

Naturally, I couldn’t wait to read it.

Turns out, I wasn’t terribly far off. This is his paper on “What I’m going to do for Spring Break” complete with the teacher note:

What can I say? It's in the genes.

What can I say? It's in the genes.

I couldn’t help but laugh. This is the kind of thing I did to my teachers. Couldn’t figure out an Algebra equation? Draw a little head with the top of his head blowing off, complete with mushroom cloud.

No zombies. He did, however, choose to get through the assignment as fast as possible so he could turn over the paper and draw a rocket ship with a gun and a guy running away from what’s supposed to be an alien:

Of course there has to be death, or at least the promise thereof.

Of course there has to be death, or at least the promise thereof.

The only thing that pisses me off about this one is he appears to like drawing aliens and rocket ships, but can’t be bothered to read the copy of How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way I bought him. Grr.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

The Midget Makes Blue Belt

New Blue Belt
Originally uploaded by MikeOliveri.

It’s been 11 months since I first earned my blue belt and left my son in the dust, but he’s finally earned his new rank and he’s wearing it proudly. Friday night he didn’t even want to take it off, as if he were treating it like a new black belt (which tradition says you wear for 24 hours straight the first time you put it on).

Now he’ll be learning his next kata, Anaku. It didn’t change his focus in class much Saturday morning (the kid’s only 6, after all), but you can tell he loved the belt and the congratulations that came with it.

It looks good on ya, little bud. Keep up the good work!

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

Born To Be Wild

The family sat out on the porch yesterday, and we left the garage door open. The Squirt disappeared, and a few minutes later the Midget came and told me his brother was on my motorcycle. I went to check it out, thinking he’d just strayed a little too close or was fiddling with the grips or my helmet. As I reached the end of the porch, I heard a little voice saying “Vroom, vroom!”

I turned the corner and found this:

Vroom vroom!

He knows he’s not supposed to be on there, but I held off on tearing into him because I didn’t want him to try to jump off and have the bike fall on top of him. He also looked very excited to be sitting on it, and I didn’t want to break his little heart. Instead I lifted him off the bike and reminded him that he’s not to go near it when Daddy’s not around, and that he could get hurt.

It’s amazing how different the two boys are. The Midget knows to steer clear, and he does. I tell them they could get hurt, and he takes it to heart. The Squirt, meanwhile, is fearless. If you tell him not to climb a ladder because he could fall off and split his head open, he’ll be on the roof the moment you turn your back.

I half wonder if the temptation to climb the motorcycle overwhelms the fear. In the risk/reward balance system in his head, perhaps dim memories of his last experience on a bike tilts things to the reward side:

Born To Be Wild

The Squird is about 10 months old in that pic. When the Wife’s cousin Jarrod fired up his noisy Harley, the Midget ran for the van but the Squirt squealed with delight. We handed him over to Jarrod and his little face just lit up as he sat on the tank.

Do these memories really carry over? Or is it just some primal urge in the Squirt that says “bikes + noise = bad ass!“?

I’d like to think it’s a little bit of both. Either way, it’s obvious the Squirt’s going to be handful when he outgrows the moniker.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

I Love My New Camera

Sai Master
Originally uploaded by MikeOliveri.

I’ve not played with it a lot yet, but I’m already in love with my new Canon EOS Rebel XSi. It’s pictures are light years ahead of what my old PowerShot G2 could accomplish (not unexpected), and it amazes me how much faster it is in everything from starting up to focusing to rapid shooting (not to mention continuous shooting).

Yesterday the Midget decided he wanted to use a karate frame for his Show & Share (same as what we used to call Show & Tell), so what better way to populate it than take a new pic with the new camera? He put on his gi, decided he wanted to use Daddy’s sai, and I sent him out to the yard to go nuts.

I could nitpick a few piddly things about the photo above, but we’re both thrilled with the way it came out. I haven’t decided if it’s the best of the bunch, but it’s definitely the one he wants for the frame.

I’m looking forward to really putting it through its paces this summer and getting more creative.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.