An afternoon in the sun in the park
It was a great Sunday afternoon with temperatures moving to the 70s, a bike in good condition, legs that were bared after a winter in jeans, and a smaller than normal complement of cameras. Great day for a bike ride.
I was surprised how few people were out in the parks with the exception of Huber Village Park and Hoff Park.
Of course it’s crowded when there’s a youth league lacrosse game at Huber and a series of teen basketball games on the courts of Hoff.
I’ve shot both places many times and am always challenged to find a creative image that is different than others from the same location. Such was the challenge today.
Instead of shooting the action of each space, I decided to shoot the environment, to show the warmest day of the year and people enjoying themselves in it.
The low angle of men watching their sons play lacrosse was shot a ground level using the pull-out LCD screen on the D5000 to give me a clear background and allow for the colorful contrast of colors against the blue sky.
The second photo of kids bikes at Hoff Woods is a very small homage to William Eggleston’s famous tricycle photo.
And, as I usually try to do, an iPhone photo for the day.
Baseball, Chevrolets and Fords, and beer
I was offered a lot of liquid refreshment while on my bike ride, with cameras, today.
Fortunately several were for beer including this spot of Americana near my house.
Suburban house. Flag pole with a flag. Chevrolet in the driveway. Ford in the garage. Beer in the hands. NCAA basketball on the brain.
I stopped, introduced myself, explained the reason I’d stopped and found them interesting. Then I told them to ignore me as I went about my task of shooting photos.
Earlier in the day I’d shot baseball at Westerville South High School. It was the season opener and a double header against Buckeye Valley.
It’s rare I shoot action at these games. I usually look for something beyond the linear path of the event that may better describe the people involved or present a different view of what seems to be ordinary.
When I first arrived I noticed the concession stand, staffed by booster club volunteers, was cooking four packages of hotdogs and the countertop was lined with buns cradled in foil and ready to be wrapped.
I waited until the break between games when the teams were fed and came away with several players standing in line at the stand to get their share of the bounty.
It’s not a spectacular photo. Yet it adds to the Americana collection as a small slice of the linear that may not have been noticed by others.