My team uni’s: an ugly pageant

You could consider this an appendix to my latest would-be humorous essay “Dress for unsuccess,” or a buried link to my definitive story of playing softball, but you have to admire me for submitting to the self-mortification of taking and showing photographs of myself, something I passionately hate to do, using my mockable image to promote my re-mockable verbiage.

You might also note this tip of tidying up, this psychological trick of de-accessioning:  Can’t bear to part with some old thing, for sentimental reasons, for some sort of attachment to the story of your life?  Then simply take a picture and throw the damn thing out.  For some time I’ve been meaning to do exactly that with the uniforms of my long-past athletic “career.”

So if you’re brave enough to click through (I didn’t want my image to share space with nature’s beauties), you’ll see an old guy modeling his team get-ups from thirty or forty years ago, thinking about them antique “glory days” one more time, before these rags meet their overdue destiny.

Pictures are thanks to an individual who is better left unnamed, dragooned for the ordeal.  It’s an ugly job, but someone had to do it.

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Up to the Ides of July

Under this heading, I include two sets of photos taken through the course of the first half of July, one focusing on the Yard and one on the Field.  For each, click on upper left picture to begin sequence.

In this Field sequence, I’m appreciating the wild world of nature within a hundred yards of our house, which I use as a point of reference to situate the landscape in perspective.

The Oomph of Ooms

CE was zooming with Friends from the Quaker Meeting she normally attends over in Old Chatham, NY, and one of them recommended a conservation area near there as a great place of peace and beauty.

So one mild morning, we took the familiar drive to very near the top of the Taconic Parkway, to see what Ooms had to offer.  A lot, as it turned out,  plenty of oomph for the journey.  I expect to make it a regular rest stop when going up or down the Taconic.

Take a walk around the site with me, then stick around around for a postscript 360-degree twirl from the highest point of the reservation, Sound of Music-style.

As usual, click on upper left photo to begin slide carousel:

Take a ride on this carousel from the high point of the Ooms Conservation Area, from South to West to North to East:

Here today, gone tomorrow II

This heading is all too literal, since after taking pictures on the 4th of July – of this field of black-eyed-susans that I visit each year around this time – I went back two days later to catch some views in a different light.  Too late, because the hay mower had just been through.  So these are the pictures I got when I could.  Carpe diem!

Besides these photo-walks, another new pandemic endeavor for me has been a blast-from-the-past bit of video-making.  For CE’s virtual storytime for Lanesborough Library (see her YouTube channel here), I have assumed the role of auteur, master of mise en scène and sinuous cinematography.

I’ve mentioned my corruption of the Cartier-Bresson dictum into “the indecisive moment,” as a way to describe my hit-or-miss approach.  I’m not looking for Ansel Adams-like clarity, composition, and finish – just making a visual documentary record of single point of intersection in time and space that happens to strike me as portal into another dimension.  It’s all more accident than art, more momentary than composed, more fleeting than enduring.  Please share the moment with me.

Revisiting Northrup trail

I’m still looking to create the definitive photo-walk for my favorite trail in Mount Greylock Reservation, but as a down payment I put together this sequence from several June walks on Northrup.  For ideal effect, I recommend looking at an earlier view of the same terrain in May.  (Click on any photo to initiate carousel.)