As is typical, I’ve been rather remiss in my posting. Sure, I can take hundreds of photos and spray them around the Interwebs but I’m apparently not nearly manly enough to bother to comment on them with anything approaching timeliness. Ah well.
After returning from St. Louis, I felt myself bitten again by the macro bug (no pun intended). I chased this little green critter around the yard for a while before he conveniently alighted on a day lily. I’m endlessly amused by the fact that these guys have hair if you look close enough.
Over the years, it seems that the once-common caterpillar is increasingly hard to find. Luckily, this one sat still for quite a while.
A week later on the 20th, Zionsville was graced with an exceptionally beautiful and fiery sunset. Some things cannot be ignored.
On the 24th, I was asked to photograph a local youth baseball game. Despite the fact that I will happily photograph anything for anyone for free and try to promote this offer fairly widely, I only get about two requests a year So when they come, I give them my utmost attention.
It’s my hope that when the kids see their photos that they feel like they’ve really gotten the ‘big league’ treatment.
And I’m always amused when the ball appears to hover in mid-air.
And the emotions on display are priceless.
And sometimes you capture that instant of decision. Ball in glove, foot on base, that would be… out at first.
And for some, you don’t really need the ground, you can just hover above it.
The next day, in search of … well, anything to photograph, I made off for a local outdoor concert. As always, there is an ocean of things to point a camera at.
Joy abounds among young and old…
when not-quite-Jimmy-Buffett is singing.
uh oh. I think he’s seen me.
An apt image for July 4th, I’d say.
And nobody ever pays nearly enough attention to the drummer.
Finally, on the 30th, it was time to visit the IMA. Relatively speaking the stop was brief, but not uninteresting. It never ceases to amaze me, however, how little the exhibits change in the main galleries from one year to the next. I was there for the Ai Weiwei exhibit, but as always, the insects in the garden steal the show.
And that pretty well sums up the last two weeks in photography.