Youth Pastime

That’s a funny word. Pastime. I always thought it should be two words. Pass time as in something you do to pass the time. Baseball is still called America’s pastime though it has started to die out in favor of faster sports and activities.

One of the favorite things about being a kid in the old days was going out and throwing a baseball. Now in the 2010s decade, that activity isn’t so prominent anymore with all the techno gadgets floating around, which I don’t mind because it makes life more interesting.

This video is from a baseball game from last year that we went to. The home team won 6-0. I went to my first baseball game at six years old at the old Tiger Stadium, which is now likely to inhabit actual live tigers (and other wildlife) because it is so neglected.

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Faces in the Crowd

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My sister (left) and her two friends from high school
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My sister with her ticket to California back in 2014. Why couldn’t I have gone with you sis?

A face is a sculpture

Crafted by almighty God

Blood and bone of your father

Eyes and ears of ancestry

It is once youthful and fresh

And the object of desire

But then the turning point comes

When looks aren’t important anymore

The lines and wrinkles will come

And the natural peak of old age sets in

Because celebrity or not

Death is imminent

And a great face only lasts in image

For the majority are merely faces in the crowd

And the shallowness of beauty means nothing in the end

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23 years old

Faces change over time. Mine sure has.

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7 years old

WPC: Face

Photo 101: Day 4 – Bliss

May 13: Bridge of Youth
A girl walks onto the bridge over Cascades pond in this early May 2014 photo.

The innocence of youth is bliss, as is clearly being shown in this picture of a young girl gazing out over this bridge over untroubled waters. This shot was captured quite unexpectedly; I was just going to photograph the bridge simply and have a pleasant nature shot but then enters this child in front of my view. The creative side of me instantly showed a great opportunity to make an even better shot. Anytime there is a subject in one of my pictures, whether young or old, a message can be formed and deeper meanings can be accessed. She had no idea she was photographed; I don’t believe I was being a sort of creep while taking this, I just saw the perfect opportunity and ran home with it. I believe I heard her mother calling after her to come back or be careful. Someday this child will grow up, go on to do whatever is destined in her life, and might stumble across this photo one day and say “Hey, that’s me, but who took that picture?” She will never know it was me and that is the blissful innocence on both sides of the lens. Though her mother might still remember, in her old age, might remember seeing a young man in black snapping a picture with a small camera as the girl stepped onto the bridge and then going back to his daily life. I never saw the mother, only the girl who formed the Bridge of Youth and Innocence.

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