“I had always planned to make a large painting of the early spring, when the first leaves are at the bottom of the trees, and they seem to float in space in a wonderful way. But the arrival of spring can’t be done in one picture.” (David Hockney). My arrival of spring can’t be done in one picture either. For me, one of the rites of spring has always been the end of winter’s longing for the sports of spring – baseball, tennis, soccer, track (shots to come shortly) and these days some sports to explore such as roller derby (yes roller derby – great fun if not a bit edgy). Like spring, each signifies a change – a passage like the rites of spring – from indoor basketball, or snow bowl football, or crashed ice skating to the symmetry of baseball diamonds and tennis courts and soccer fields and boys of summer who must first make it through the spring. Ok, enough of the english major analysis. I cannot show spring in one picture, so here is an array of some spring sport shots from my recent endeavors.
Don’t hold back. Happy rites of springtime everyone — let’s get it on!
Thanks for stopping by my blog . . . Mark