Water Tower Repainting

I was shooting my second CROP Walk in a week and I saw this. Nothing special, but I thought it made a nice pictorial.

Head to head soccer

Maybe it's because I've become so used to seeing collegiate players, but these two teams were tiny.

The game was a lot of kicking the ball, chasing the ball, kicking the ball in the other direction, and then chasing the ball in the other direction. It was a pretty standard high school soccer game to say the least, but I thought I would share some images.

It's Friday Again

It's Friday again. That means high school football.

Fulton High is literally surrounded by corn fields. They come so close to the building that I'm willing to bet a dollar I can reach both arms out and touch the school and the stalks at the same time.

Ashley (who tagged along for fun) and I approach the field. I take some test shots as these golden rays of light peak over the top of the trees. The light is perfect. In my head I know it's only a matter of minutes before it will be lost.

The teams come out, introductions are made and the National Anthem is played. There and then it hits me. I feel that pain in my stomach. Don't worry it's not kidney stones or diarrhea, but nerves.

The cool dry air with a sight breeze from the west, the orange cast of a dusty sunset, green grass, white jerseys and the sound of people cheering make me suddenly miss it.

The ball is kicked and I turn to Ashley and I say, "I just want to hit someone."

Unless you have ever played, you will never truly know that feeling.