New Day, New Faces

I woke up this morning and didn't know any of these people existed. Though our encounters were brief, each of them added depth to my day.

Snow.

I don't like to live with snow, yet I've never gone a winter without it. The various times I've moved away from the town where I grew up (depicted below), I've only ended up somewhere colder, often with even more snow.

I Never Cared Much For Sports

It is true. I never liked to watch sporting events. I faked it through High School on various occasions, but have since let go of what I saw to be an embarrassing obsession displaying the most childish, unconscious aspects of human nature.

Then I became a photojournalist.

In any given week, I spend more time shooting sports than anything else. I've learned the rules of football. I know the names of every basketball player on the college team. I look forward to my time on the sidelines, capturing tears, anger, and orgasmic ecstasy. Some of my favorite photos are ones that will never be printed in the paper because they are too abstract, the ball isn't in the photo, or merely that I am the only one who likes them.

These are some of those that I got tonight:

And this is what it looks like when you're about to get hit by a ball: