Last Wednesday I travelled over the Nashville to shoot the Tennessee-Vanderbilt men's basketball game. It was a longer ride home that to get there for three reasons:
1. It's always tougher to travel East over a time zone than West.
2. We stopped at White Castle at 10pm and then sat in the car for 2.5 hours (ouch).
3. We lost big-time
But it wasn't a total loss. I made this frame at the game, which for obvious reasons, didn't get put into the web gallery on utsports.com:
Part of my job at UT is to train students and I'm always telling them, "keep concentrating on the game, focus your mind as well as your lens," and, my favorite, "quit texting and chimping and shoot!"
We really went down fast but I kept shooting. And this little jewel popped up on the back of my D3s.
It pays to stay in the game because images like this come along very seldom, even though I think the reality is that they happen all the time but there is usually no one there to capture them.
By now, I figure I have shot many hundreds of basketball games in my career. But images like this keep me coming back, contorting my old knees, coaxing them into a Crazy Creek chair on the paint.
There is a great shot at every game, it's just a matter of looking hard enough and capturing them. I'm convinced this is true, otherwise I wouldn't keep doing it.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think this is a great shot in all respects... but it's worthy of a blog post because writing all this down makes me remember why I decided against a real job so long ago. Because what I do is special, different, and fun. Photography has never been a drudgery affair, quite the opposite... And even when we lose, I win sometimes...
1. It's always tougher to travel East over a time zone than West.
2. We stopped at White Castle at 10pm and then sat in the car for 2.5 hours (ouch).
3. We lost big-time
But it wasn't a total loss. I made this frame at the game, which for obvious reasons, didn't get put into the web gallery on utsports.com:
We really went down fast but I kept shooting. And this little jewel popped up on the back of my D3s.
It pays to stay in the game because images like this come along very seldom, even though I think the reality is that they happen all the time but there is usually no one there to capture them.
By now, I figure I have shot many hundreds of basketball games in my career. But images like this keep me coming back, contorting my old knees, coaxing them into a Crazy Creek chair on the paint.
There is a great shot at every game, it's just a matter of looking hard enough and capturing them. I'm convinced this is true, otherwise I wouldn't keep doing it.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think this is a great shot in all respects... but it's worthy of a blog post because writing all this down makes me remember why I decided against a real job so long ago. Because what I do is special, different, and fun. Photography has never been a drudgery affair, quite the opposite... And even when we lose, I win sometimes...
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