Count the places you see numbers.
Numbers tell time
Reading Terminal Philadelphia
Numbers keep score
LazerKraze Columbus Ohio
Numbers on a bus, train, trolley or flight number
Numbers to phone
Numbers to remember
Numbers to celebrate
Numbers identify players and participants
Numbers for weight and price per item or pound
Numbers determine which lane you swim in and times determine which ribbon or medal you receive
Numbers from another time, WW2, a ration book
Numbers to play
Numbers found in odd places
I was sitting at the edge of the field in a canvas chair. Michael and Jack play lacrosse in addition to swimming. The 70-200 lens allowed me to cloture their participation while sitting down and relaxing.
#65 -Michael and #48 – Jack white team
The black edges on photos are due to my blogging from phone and screen shot of files on Flickr, oh my. It’s late and just returned from Ohio this afternoon and the computer is downstairs in a bag.
Regional finals for Junior Olympics- Breast Stroke- checking for two hand touch. Hopefully no one gets DQed
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Parting shot from afar, through the glass window of the Natatorium. Doesn’t look like 50 meter length from this angle. The pool was divided up into sections.
Panorama Shot from earlier in the Day, Friday
Two events Saturday ,Three events Sunday. GO ANNA!!!
Swimming with OSSC (Ohio State Swim Club)
No lightning. It was a go.
It’s unfortunate we can’t share the excessive rain with other parts of the country who need it.
This past Tuesday I got down and knelt, used my 70-200 lens.
Tried to steady the camera. Get the shot.
Anticipating when to press the shutter button.
Freezing the action is a challenge.
Always trying to catch the action shot. The feel of motion. But then it ends up stiff.
Here is Maura starting the backstroke heat.
Maura, forever frozen, in this tiny second, as she pushes off the wall.
I had to look twice at what I was seeing.
The plumes from the Marching Band Bucket Hats, put away until next year.
When I saw what I thought was a wading pool filled with graffiti, I thought I’d return another day and photograph it.
Sunday after coffee, Steve and I drove over to the park in Polish HIll and as I walked closer, I realized it was NOT a wading pool that was decorated with urban art but a place for kids to skateboard.
Here’s a list of skateboarding terms and info about the physics of it but not sure if I am properly labeling this pit a half- pipe or not.
Alas, not a skateboarder in sight on Sunday morning so no action shots.
just few satellite dishes for reception
Three years ago I photographed men playing Bocce under the Bloomfield Bridge on a regular Bocce Court.
And again at Little Italy Days last year.
Today after school, I was in Groceria Italiana picking up some ingredients for dinner and I saw the street closed off again and the men playing Bocce. The big tournament of matches is this weekend, teams competing against one another, the final matches on Sunday.
The gentlemen I photographed today said to get their picture today cause they wouldn’t be playing too long before being eliminated. One of the men was in a photograph I put on the blog three years ago. They were very gracious and remembered my photographing before. Looked it up right there on my phone and found the post with his photo.
This afternoon turned into a photographic study for me, anticipating the release of the ball, I forgot to go right home and make dinner I got so engrossed in watching.
The balls reacted differently depending on the direction they were thrown, due to the grain of the astroturf which is NOT the usual surface played upon.
Farther back to give the feel for the length of the court.
Trying to get as close as possible to the little white ball at the other end.
And the photograph from three years ago on the Bocce Courts under the Bloomfield Bridge. Moonrise over the Bocce Courts. The gentleman in the photo above is third from the left.