It was worn, rusted, not grand or new. It was dirty. Half our hurdles pre-dated us. Our blocks had to be manned by two people. But it was ours, and that's all that realy mattered.
So I went to Del Sol today, mostly on a whim, and spent from 3:00PM to 9:00PM shooting the state track meet. It's amazing what you can get away with just by holding a camera. The original plan was to simply take some photos of track, because I've always wanted to. Especially after a friend of mine did some a while back. I was so very jealous. So, even though this was only high school, I had quite a bit of fun. (For anyone who reads this and doesn't know me too well, I did tack back in high school. Hurdles. Hilarious, I know. But I can jump like a mofo.) It brought back a bunch of memories, which was nice.
But as I took photos I saw a theme developing. Some don't quite fit, those are the.. more classic ones. There are a bunch in here though that fall into a theme that I can't name exactly. So much of track is focused on the 'doing' of the event. I was always of the opinion that the moments just before and just after your event are the ones you'll remember the most. The moments before that gun goes off are the most intense moments I can recall.
Also during Thanksgiving break I went to the UNR VS. UNLV game. Long story short, we lost. It was a pretty good expirence. I like sporting events, each one is something i'll never forget. It's great to be a member of the press. Especially a photographer. You are right ith the action. Feet away at times, mere inches at others, and on rare occasions you're immersed in it as a player collides with you (limbs flailing about, those pictures never come out.)
For the words that tell this story their own way go to the Sagebrush story HERE.
Also a nice photo gallery exists on the Sagebrush website HERE.