I have to acknowledge the Terminal 3 atrium at O'Hare. I see it, on average, once a week:
Canon 7D at ISO-1600 (+1 1/3), 1/320 at f/8, here.
I have to leave all this behind today. Fun (but quick) weekend, though:
Canon 7D at ISO-800, 1/2000 at f/6.3, 250mm, here.
My sister and brother in law photo-bomb from the air:
They're on their way to dinner with the family while I suffer once more in this harsh environment:
Yesterday I flew to California to continue the 30-Ballpark Geas, arriving at my first-row seat in Angel Stadium just in time for the first pitch.
A short time later, the Angels got a grand slam, which ultimately devolved into the pitcher's duel you see here:
Yes, with 16 runs and 23 hits, most of the 8 guys who pitched in the game saw their ERAs rise a bit—more than a full point in winning pitcher Jered Weaver's case.
At one point during the game I counted four beach balls tossed around. Occasionally one would land in the field to a chorus of boos the ball's destruction. A couple of them managed to stay alive the whole game:
Later today I'm flying up the coast to visit my family, but first I've got brunch with an old friend in Hollywood. Yes, it's that kind of weekend.
This evening at Angel Stadium in California:
Canon 7D at ISO-800, 1/250 at f/8, 18mm, here.
The home team won, which I always like to see when I'm not someplace the Cubs are visiting. More photos and game info tomorrow night. Right now my body thinks it's midnight.
I'm traveling today and tomorrow, so I may not have time to post much until Monday. Tonight I'll be at Angel Stadium watching a game that may not matter, except for being 18th in the 30-park Geas.
In the Public Garden, Boston:
10 May 1986. Kodachrome 64. Exposure unrecorded.
On a school field trip, at an El stop in Chicago:
October 1985. Canon AE-1P, Kodachrome 64, exposure unrecorded, probably 80mm, probably here.
Via Raymond Chen, on Monday the Nashville Sounds, Milwaukee's farm team, turned a triple play against the Omaha Storm Chasers:
For those who don't know baseball's rules, a few things happened. First, a ball is "caught" (for an out) if the fielder making the catch gains full control over the ball before it touches the ground or another player, even if it touches a part of his own body—or his cap, as happened here. In the video above, this put the batter out.
Second, if a fielder catches a fly ball, all runners have to return to their last safe base before they can advance; this is called "tagging up." In this case, the runners started on first and second, and had advanced past second and third, respectively. The runner seen touching second base actually needed to make it back to first. So the fielder touching second put the next runner out, which is why the runner you see at second tried desperately to get to first again. He didn't make it; the first baseman forced him out.
It may have been an inelegant play, but hey, it ended the inning in 15 seconds.
Kitten (yes, that was her name for all 16 years) relaxes in a sunbeam:
April 1985, Northbrook, Ill. Canon AE1-P with Kodachrome 64. Exposure unrecorded. Here.