This is Dustin, my oldest brother. Dustin is one of a kind. He is hard working, great at what he does, smart, hilarious, straightforward, and a great father. He might be a little rough around the edges, but he is a good man and a good father who had done a lot for his kids. I am proud to call him my brother and I love him.
Because this week was the beginning of finals I did not take any pictures. So I have decided to show off a sampling of my pictures and my family. This is Tim, my father. I have mentioned him previously in a couple of other posts. He is the father to Brandy, who he adopted, me and Abbie. He is a very hard working, intelligent, efficient and structured man. His hard work has left a mark on the city through the wonderful buildings that he has build. He has been a good father despite mistakes and flaws and has taught me a lot and I love him very much.
For my photo assignment this weekend I was told to take photos of my dad. I knew this would be hard because neither of my parents enjoy having their photos taken and they don’t cooperate very well. But I had to take the photos. This was the best one that I could get, which wasn’t very satisfying. Hopefully I will get a better portrait of him soon though. But it is interesting to see how people react to their photo being taken. Some love it and they know how to make a great picture. Because a good portrait is not made by just the photographer. Others don’t like it so much but they can make for wonderful photos too. Others hate it and some people are very hard to make good photos of. People are challenging but they certainly are worth it.
This man. John Olvey. (Boston’s Papo) Where do I even begin. John has seen me at my highest of highs and lowest of lows. Hugged me while laughing and wiped my tears as they fell. He’s the definition of loyalty, honesty, love & faithfulness. If your blessed enough to be part of his family he would move mountains for you. If you’re not ‘in’, you better never hurt someone he loves. As one of my main support beams in an uneasy foundation, John has helped me through so much.
To say I owe him would be an understatement. I will never be able to repay this man for all the good he’s brought to my life. Everyday I am thankful that you play such a huge role in my life. I love you Gator.
I celebrated Father’s Day today(a day early) with my dad, step-mom and little sister. We had a picnic and went to IMA. Then he forced us to work in the garden, using his Father’s Day privileges. We ended the day with a good dinner and watching a movie. It was a good day with my dad. He’s a good dad. We have our differences and we don’t always get along, but I think that’s typical. Despite that, he’s one of the hardest workers I know, he’s always does his best at a job, he’s taught me a lot, and he’s a good dad.
Happy Father’s Day Dad! I love you.
As today closes and ends I am reminded yet again just how fragile life is.
Today so many said goodbye to a young son, a father, a brother, a friend, a lover, a co-worker, an old classmate. Gone too soon, forever held in our hearts never to be forgotten.
Tomorrow is never promised. Live today as its your last day together. Never let something go unsaid.
Rest peacefully Matt Butcher.
Shot in a flooded field as tears hold the memories to be cherished forever.
I love construction. I always have. That’s always what I wanted to do when I was a little kid. Some of my favorite memories were getting to go to construction sites with my dad. Seeing the workers, the machinery, the loud noises, the smell of lumber and drywall, tools, concrete, steel, and scaffolding. I love it. I love watching new buildings being built. Houses, apartments, stores, roads, halls. New places to live and work and play. Progress. Unlike a lot of people, I like having construction on campus. I like watching a new hall being built. I’ve watched it grow from the ground up. I loved hearing the pile drivers pound steel beams into the ground, I like hearing the saws, I like watching the sparks fly from welding. I like the renovation in the other halls too. Watching drywall be put up and smelling drywall mud and paint. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been around it. Maybe it’s because that’s my dad’s life. He’s taught me everything I know about construction and building. And I love being able to say that my dad built that store or those apartments, or that beautiful new hotel that changed a part of a city. I don’t want to be a construction worker or project manager anymore, but I’ll always love construction.