Football season is upon us; and, like every year, I am excited to watch and root for my favorite team: the Chicago Bears. I was born into a family that is mostly from Illinois and I had a father that religiously watched the Chicago Bears play whenever a game was on TV. The Chicago Bears mean a lot to me. They represent nostalgia, family time, and hope (because that’s all us Bears fans have at this point)...

We’ve heard about it for years. I heard it more and more progressively throughout my childhood and adolescence into adulthood. The gap between the wealthy and the working poor is growing larger and larger. This is especially worth noting, due to the fact that we have a big election coming up soon, and everyone is talking about one kind of change or another...

It’s that time of year again. Time for chicken wings, pizza and cold adult beverages while America tunes in to watch all the new commercials... I mean, um... the Super Bowl. A quick review of my social media sees all manner of people bemoaning the fact that “once again” Patrick Mahomes and the Kansas City Chiefs are competing in the Super Bowl. And to make matters worse, the San Francisco 49ers are being led by “Mr. Irrelevant” Brock Purdy at quarterback...

I love photography. I love everything about it. Ever since I was a child, I could recognize the artistic medium of photography and I could appreciate the nuances of black and white portraits and the brilliant colors of sprawling panoramic scenes...