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Baseball, Chevrolets and Fords, and beer

A slice of Americana. Beer, cars, and a flag.

A slice of Americana. Beer, cars, and a flag.

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.
Read more about Baseball, Chevrolets and Fords, and beer in the blog post at My Final Photo.

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Finding order in the chaos is every photographer’s duty

Life is not complicated. It’s precise.

We can only be in one place at a time, travel in one direction while moving, account for only our last action, and witness only a single event in time.

Unless you’re a photographer, transforming these restrictions, compressing into a two-dimensional space the most recent set of experiences of the life around you.
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