Under the lights

I watched the sun set from the varsity softball field at Port Huron High tonight. The girls' last game of the season ended on a sour note. The cross-town rival walked away with a 8-2 win. Softball is one of my favorite sports to photograph. I think it's because that's how I spent my summers growing up. There is nothing better than a team full of ladies with heart.

Big hat

I drove past this hat twice today. It makes me think of tacos and a hat dance. Why would someone leave such a thing on the sidewalk?

Caught

The Blue Water Classic salmon fishing tournament was this weekend. Weigh in was today from 3-5p.m. These ones wern't so lucky.

Dance, Dance, Dance

" Come on darling put a pretty dress on,
We're gonna go out tonight... " I had an assignment tonight to make some photos at a barn dance held in "the Thumb". It seemed like the hopping place for 50 or so baby boomers and a few senior citizens with an itching for a little two step. These two ladies came down from Marlette to get in on some of the action.

Poor poor man

I was assigned to find a Mr. Phil Graham in the Croswell Cemetery this afternoon. I couldn't find him but I don't think he will mind waiting until tomorrow. I did come across this man, Mr. Harry Guy. I wonder what the guy thought who carved his head stone.

5831

It's offical, John and I have an address on our property in Grant Township. Now let's see about building a house. This year is going to get crazy.

Oh the grass

The grass is green, the weather is warm and TARGET had this amazing straw hat on sale last week for $12. This marks the begining of a wonderful summer.

Dad's ARK

All winter long I park my car under the bow of the boat parked in the driveway. I figure I only have a few more days to make a photo before krystal Blue takes to Lake Huron.

Food chain

I found Dan by the edge of Black River Friday afternoon dipping for minnows. He was hoping to use the miniature fish to lure larger bass later in the evening.

Hold the salt

The weather is getting warmer. It rained all of yeasterday. I went to visit my grandma this morning. Her sidewalk was home to this little guy. Slugs remind me of my little sister. I can recall on more than one occasion Les bringing peanut butter jars into the the kitchen filled to the lid with slugs. Small nail holes poked in the plastic provided enough air to make the journey from the backyard to the kitchen and back.
"Oh those are nice," my mom woud say as Les held the jar in her out streched arm to provide a better look for my mom.
" Where did you find so many?"
" In my hide out, " She would say with a smile. Her hide out was conventely located space between the chicken coop and the rabbit pens.
"Please take them back outside," mom always said wide eyed with a smile. Most of the time the slugs made it out of the jar and back under their logs. Les, may the slugs always have a place in your peanut butter jar.