Somewhat Shameful Self-Promotion

I was looking back through the entries with my "photography" tag and realized that I'm pretty pleased, both with my new camera and with the quality of my work. That's always a hard thing for me to admit. But I think it's important to be proud of something. Or at least that's what I'm reminding myself in these days of tribulation. Interestingly, the photographs that I like best are the usually the ones less likely to inspire comments. I like finding a way to turn the objectivity of the Objektiv into the means of achieving a realism that feels unreal. And I like abstraction rooted in the concrete details of a representational aesthetic:

That's one of my favorite images in the three-and-a-half years of shots collected in the "Picture of the Moment" album listed in my sidebar. Well, that's enough scratching myself on the back. My arm is getting tired. And I have to head to Bear Down to demonstrate yet again that the health of my knees is not necessarily the determining factor in my ability to shoot the rock.

Hole in the Dugout

I know Micah Owings has hit astonishingly well for a pitcher this year. But when you send a pitcher up to pinch hit down one in the bottom of the eleventh, it indicates that your bench is lacking.