Wyoming Tribune Eagle

Wyoming Soccer Tournament Day 1: Miserable soggyness

May 19, 2011

Today was miserable. I shot seven different teams at the Wyoming high school soccer tournament in what seemed like a monsoon. It rained the entire day. The entire day. I’ve never been so soaked in my life. I dressed in layers of what is said to be “rainproof” clothing, but after a few hours, even rainproof clothing gets saturated. I had an hour break in the middle of the day, and I ran back to our hotel to change into dry clothes. Upon returning to the games, I was soaked again in about 30 minutes. I’m planning a Wal Mart run this evening to ensure this doesn’t happen again tomorrow.

Cheyenne East keeper Shayne Carter reacts after making contact with the ball during penalty kick overtime against Natrona County in a girl's state soccer quarterfinal on Thursday, May 19, 2011, in Sheridan, Wyo. East won.

Cheyenne Post 6 vs. Laramie baseball

May 17, 2011

Cheyenne East vs. Gillette boy’s soccer

May 12, 2011

Gillette's Brandon Swan (17) throws his head back in frustration as it became apparent Gillette would lose to Cheyenne East during a boy's soccer regional game on Thursday, May 12, 2011, at Cheyenne South High School.

Cheyenne Post 6 vs. Gillette baseball

May 7, 2011

I really like baseball not as a fan, but as a photographer. It’s nice to shoot. There are no poorly lit gyms, territorial cheerleaders on the sidelines or loud bands. Even better: the players never come crashing into you at full speed. Although in baseball you occasionally have to duck, dip, dive or dodge those heat-seeking foul balls that tend to come directly into the dugout. For the most part, baseball is relaxing. You have to be on your toes the entire time or you might miss a double play, which really trains you to have quick timing. The light for the evening games is almost always incredible. That helps as well. Tonight I got to shoot my first baseball game of the year, the first since working at the Austin American-Statesman last summer. Not surprisingly, I was extremely rusty today. I didn’t get that shot of a play at home plate or at second base. Instead, I shot a lot of the pitchers.

Sweet, smooth and sassy

May 7, 2011

I have to admit a personal bias: I love ’57 Chevys. On Saturday, I was featuring hunting when I came across a little car show going on about two blocks from the newsroom. Walking through the cars, I immediately gravitated to a gorgeous 1957 Chevy Bel Air. After about 30 or so frames from this angle, I struck up a conversation with the owner about his car. I grew up around and inside ’57 Chevys. My dad owns one that he drives to car conventions every summer. Before moving to Cheyenne in January, the only time I had seen the city was from the backseat of my dad’s Bel Air as we drove to Reno, Nevada from Indiana.