Young pallbearer

To anyone who might give a darn, I apologize for being such a sketchy photo blogger. I promise to be better. Very soon.
This is a young pallbearer who helped transport a casket carrying a local detective who was killed while trying to apprehend a 15-year-old suspect. A cop murder is a big deal, of course, and there were plenty of tears and salutes and American flags -- but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off this kid. I was mesmerized by the grease stain on this boy's left coat sleeve, a stain clearly left by the shiny metal rods running the length of the casket. He never cried, and I was ultimately unable to ascertain his relationship with the deceased, but...that slash of grease stain spoke more clearly than any tear could, at least to me. Grease never fades, I don't care what the cleaning product industry says.

Late for a swim meet

Or, the swim meet started early. Or, the assigning editor can't figure out which way is up. Either way, I got there with about three races left and decided it was far too late to even attempt to get any standard swim-meet photos, so I took a big fat sweaty risk and spent five of my precious remaining 20 or so minutes setting up one light in a corner and decided to go a little unconventional. The lightning was actually firing only about every third frame (low batteries in the radio slave receiver, grrrr) so...got lucky with this one.

Bowler

The Huddle

Men and skirts and nipples, oh my!

Anatomy of a breakup

Athlete

Watching this young basketball player recover from a grueling conditioning drill, I was moved by her quiet grace and strength. So I made a picture, even though she "isn't varsity" and the image will probably never see ink in the paper. She is woman, and she is strong.

Busy barn