Decisions

It wasn't that long ago, I would be driving my son somewhere and be listening to him dream out loud. He loves playing sports. He wrestled, played football, and runs cross-country. But there was nothing he loves more that playing lacrosse. That changed this spring. Our team will play sixteen games this season, ten of which are over. They lost the first ten, a couple of those were shut-outs. In the next six contests, there are only two we could possibly do well in.

There's a few problems, we lost out best defensive player to a serious injury. We have a very young program where many of our players are only playing for the first time as they enter high school. Our school is very small, it you try-out for almost any sport you'll make the team. I don't believe we ever have any team cuts. Having a small school, we sometimes get put in a league with larger schools. Our football team, which also has a horrendous record, has the same players playing offense and defense. Sometimes we'll be playing a school that has a different offense and defense as well as an A and B squad. The last problem, kids get discouraged and so do coaches. We loose coaches and sometimes that a good thing and sometimes the lose of continuity is not such a good thing.

But, none of those things are my problem. My problem is my son. I feel he pain, but worse, I just don't know what to say to help lift his spirits and keep him in the game. He doesn't want to play lacrosse anymore, not now, not next year, not in college. 

I'm no different from most any other parents; I want the best for my kids. I want them to work hard and to see the rewards of their hard work. I also want him to make his own decisions. I just feel he looking at the short term. Now is the time to play lacrosse. After high school, after college, there will be limited opportunities, if any, to play.

This photo is from Friday night's game. Evan is in the white jersey. He is the leading scorer on his team.

Nature's C cleft

Can you hear the birds chirping?

Maple

Maple

Crape Myrtle

This is my first post since Blogger "changed their look." I'm still feeling my way around. 
Cel and I visited a couple of yard/estate sales Saturday. We had an hour or so between dropping our son off at school and the start of his Lacrosse game.  
We not really looking for anything, but we usually find something. Chairs and old ball jars have been the lastest things. More and more yard/estate sales are being run by companies that entice the buyers and separate the seller's emotional attachment from buyers looking to get a great price. The last sale we visited was run by such a company and that's where I found these Crape Myrtle trees. We didn't know what they were, so I made a few photos to refer to later when I would try to look them up. We were amazed at the offerings in this house it was way beyond our wallets. On the way out, one of the people from the company asked us if we saw anything we liked? So I asked about the trees and he told me what they were... for free! What a bargin! 

Trout Pond in Spring

Trout Pond is alive with color. 

And in the garden the radish seeds have broke ground.

"In Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."

Margaret Atwood

 I am grateful for the smell of dirt.

Hair cuts

While walking along Main Street in Sag Harbor back in 2009 I came across a barber shop 

that was only open three days a week. 

It had a sign that stated the that the barber was unable to handle kids. 

The shop is under new ownership. 

Kids might even be welcome.

Spring

I love spring.

Spring Explosion

Dabs of colors exploding in the trees.

When I see all the young foliage, 

the blooming trees 

I am in awe of Our Creator. 

It is so magnificent, it is sometimes overwhelming.  

Aloof hoofs

Oh no! 

Not another human with a camera. 

I should be getting royalties....an apple or carrot, something.

Potato barn

This is the old Potato Barn here in Southampton. I got the idea to make a few photos of it before they tear it down to put up a shopping center. 

The folks around here have made it known they don't want another shopping center. My wife and I hoped that Trader Joe's would buy the barn. We love Trader Joe's and have to travel to get to one. 

Besides, we have a few different supermarkets between the two towns. 

 Idea! The barn is on the corner down the road from the Tuckahoe Elementary School. Tuckahoe is the Indian word for potato. Trader Joe's can buy it and package local potato chips...Tuckahoe Chips.

Moss

Focus the second piece in the series.

focus

I'm toying with an idea for a new body of work around focus. 

Inferred shack

Another inferred image made with a

 converted Canon 20D. 

Magenta fields

Fooling with the inferred camera

 and we have

 farm fields in their Easter colors. 

I went back later to get a straight shot of this from a different angle. 

A Happy and Blessed Easter and Passover season to all of my blogger friends.

89 North

I saw the 89 and thought of my numbers series, but I already have 89.

 The brick, sky and cool sign were 

screaming to be photographed!

 Screaming!

comic book store

I saw this store for the first time Sunday on my way home from a job in Patchogue. 

The sign says Comics and Cards. 

From what I understand, it's the state of the brick and mortar comic store. 

Another business that is now an 

 internet business.