For the second week in a row, I was assigned to shoot the Cheyenne South football game. This week’s result was more or less the same result: a blowout loss to a much larger and more experienced team. Before tonight’s game – South’s first-ever home varsity football game – I was allowed in the locker room to photograph the coach’s pre-game speech. It was the first time I’ve ever photographed a pre-game speech inside a locker room, and it was a good one by coach Tracy Pugh. Sadly, the team wasn’t able to put any points on the board tonight.
Black and White
Cheyenne South loses 62-0 in first Class 4A game
Friday I drove up to Casper, Wyo. to shoot a game between Cheyenne’s South High School and Natrona County. South was making its debut in Class 4A, and Natrona County was coming off a Class 4A state title last season. As you can imagine, it wasn’t pretty. South is a relatively new high school, housing only grades nine through 11 at the moment. With no seniors, the South squad was physically outmatched by the much larger Natrona County players. Natrona County won 62-0 with a running clock in the second half.
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Hell on Wheels and a Holga
A few weeks back, I photographed Hell on Wheels, a shooting competition where participants from around the world dress in Old West costumes and fire weapons from the Old West. Given the period costumes, I couldn’t resist firing off a couple rolls on my Holga.
Stormtroopers, old cars, Wyoming and a Holga
I’ve gotten to the point where I carry two Holgas with me everyday to work: one loaded with 100 ASA film and one loaded with 400 ASA film. The results are negatives full of random, in-between moments from my daily newspaper assignments. Here is the latest edition on what is slowly becoming a regular feature on my blog.
2:50 a.m.
I usually don’t find myself taking photos at 2:50 a.m. very often. But I made an exception a couple nights ago when my folks got ready to depart my apartment for Indiana at that very time. About 18 hours later my folks were sitting in their driveway in Dunkirk, Ind. Not too shabby.