<p>I just took photographs of my youngest daughter’s eight grade graduation. Now, when I graduted [did we even use that term] eighth grade, we had NO ceremony, no recogniztion, etc. It was basically: Don’t let the door hit you in the butt. So, I think th is whole eighth grade graduation thing is kind of silly; but, it is held and I am not responsible for that. SO, my job is to record it as best as I can.
My philosophy has always been that it is my responsibility as a dad to embarass myself and my children tog et whatever photograph or video I may want because. . . thirty years later, my kids would be pleased. I wish photography had abeen as prevalent forty years ago.
As a result, on I-day, I plopped my self down right in the front row, right in front of some people who were hrrrmphing as loud as they could to get the photos that I wanted.
While there may be no “I” in team there is one on “Winner” and, for a moment, they can put up w/ one guy sitting in front of them so he can get “the” shot.</p>
<p>I [sometimes proudly sometimes not] am the guy who gets right up front to get the photo that counts. I am no longer embarassed.
I could care less–as we head towards it next year–about 1,085 of the graduates from the USNA. I only care about one. I will do what I have to do to get that photograph.</p>
<p>Live for a moment, on videotape forever.</p>
<p>Glad to hear that you NOW appreicate those photos.</p>