This spring, my son played organized baseball for the first time in 3 years. Without having played much in previous years, my only hope was that Christian would have fun and that the game would not be too far over his head. Tryouts happened, he was "drafted" to a team and before I knew it, his first game was happening. Unlike some parents, I prefer to watch from a bit of a distance, doing my best to keep my fandom to a low key level. It's easy to get too invested in the play and all of the sudden become a parent who is ultimately disrespecting their child and the enjoyment of the game. After a second game watching from the same location, I saw a familiar face. Another parent with the same mentality as me, watching from the same spot. Before long, we began chatting, introducing ourselves, and we realized that our kids not only were on the same team, but both batted next to each other in the lineup... at the very end.
At first glance, we were likely the odd couple at games, but I think it's complete proof that when you actually begin to talk to people, you realize that there are commonalities that we all share, no matter the background. As the season progressed, our conversations grew and I began to look forward to seeing him at games as much as I looked forward to watching Christian play. His son was a year older than Christian, which meant that this was his last year playing in the league that our kids were in. Our dismal season ended up getting extended through to the playoffs, which gave us a little more time in conversation. Miraculously, the team finished second in the playoffs and just like that, the season was over. No team party to cap it off. Summer came and went and I never saw him again.
Today was my final day of the summer with Christian before dropping him off with his Mom. We went to the Kittitas County Fair, famous for its Rodeo, so there were a slew of boots, hats, bedazzled jeans and Wranglers walking around the Fairgrounds. As we rounded a corner, I immediately recognized a face I'd not gotten to say goodbye to a few months before. Dan, my buddy from the baseball season.
We talked for about 10 minutes and I had a chance to learn that he volunteered at the Fair every year, this being his third year in a row. To quote "These are the 5 days every year that I get to be someone I'm not." Meaning, that he gets to dress up in "Old West" attire and play Cowboy, greeting attendees and helping to add to the rodeo atmosphere of the event.
In so many ways, Dan (on the left, with his co-volunteer "Old Bob") was the perfect subject to photograph for today. As much as I love doing the creative and moody look in my photos, the sheer fact that I hadn't seen him in months, wasn't sure that I'd ever see him again, and voila, here he pops up randomly, was better than anything I could have ever set up and planned for. This epitomizes the "Until We Meet Again" theme and I couldn't be happier that the world turns in the way that it does.
Day 4. "Prospector" Dan. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject.
This photo was shot on my Nikon Df with a Mimaya 55mm f/1.8 screw mount lens. Originally I acquired this lens on the 1970's era Mimaya 1000 DTL 35mm film camera, but when I got the M42 to Nikon mount for screw mounted lenses, I was able to start using this on my modern DSLR's. In broad daylight, my ISO was set to 500. Aperture at f/4. Shutter speed was at 1/500th of a second. As is typical for these old lenses, the lens was manually focused to achieve this photo.