While the list of things I have accomplished this weekend is not very long in number, a number of them have taken quite a bit of time. I have recently transferred the management of my web domain from a hosting service to my own control, which has meant a crash course in many things techie. It has taken about a week, but I finally have my e-mail set correctly! Now I have to play catch up on returning messages!
As I waited for the changes to propagate across the web, I have played catch up on a number of things. I caught up for brunch with the girls (photos to come), I continued with the process of putting my office back together after building the desk, I made some design changes to my website, and I finally got around to putting together some of the images from my whirlwind visit to Bethesda, MD to see my family.
My nephew is 14-months-old, and I have seen him only a few times. And he is only a couple hours away. Oops, bad Auntie Amy. It was also Toby's first experience with a dog face-to-face, and I will admit I was a bit nervous about Brody. He was a superstar. He left Toby to come to him, he was a little stiff when Toby first reached to pet him, but he relaxed and they accepted each other. Brody was so good, my mom let him on the couch, a big No No for all the past dogs!
My friend Jill has finally gotten the Lipizzan she has been yearning for. After much looking, and many funny adventures, she found Rigitta, a 2005 mare in upstate New York. You can follow Jill's adventures taking this unbroken mare from pasture puff to dressage horse at her blog.
As I waited for my car to thaw, I had gotten home last night as it was snowing so my truck had a nice layer of ice, I made a few quick photos of Brody in the fresh snow. I realized how few pictures had actually taken of my first dog (the cobbler's kids need a new pair of shoes syndrome), and I don't want to make the same mistake again.
Timing is every thing. It is the art of capturing the peak of action (or the agony of defeat) that makes a sports photo pop. Be it a horse over a jump, a receiver and a ball, a fist and a face. The awkward non-peak times are moments that just are not traditionally considered "pretty."
That being said, awkward can equal funny. There is something about the moment of the ball mashed on the floor that makes me chuckle. My timing is usually so that I don't capture this moment, so to do it (nearly) so many times in one game stood out.
Three times a year I take on the scheduling, production and shooting of the players and coaches our sports writers at The Daily Local News deem the top of their sport in our county. Fall is always a bit more of a challenge because of the number of sports, nine, and that the schedule usually has me trying to find these people during the holiday break.
This year I decided to stretch the boundaries and do multiple image layouts. Kids can be a bit self conscience, and there are usually a flock of other students in the vicinity making fun of them. This year's group was the most mature and personable group I have ever had. All the outside shots were done on sub-freezing days, and I had to balance my desire to have them relax around the camera with the fear of one or both of us loosing extremities.
Select the image and it will take you to my Flickr page to see the others.