One-Word Wednesday

Now that Jake has his new, expensive tooth, he’s all smiles.

Now that Jake has his new, expensive tooth, he’s all smiles.

Finally!

Saturday in the Park

Love the bright purple phlox.

Love the bright purple phlox.

Last Saturday was my kind of perfect day.

First, both boys came home for the weekend. That really would have been enough. Then Saturday morning, the Mister, Jake, and I enjoyed “Captain America: The Winter Soldier,” even though it’s extremely violent with an ammunition budget that had to be about a million bucks. Talk about your literal overkill!

But the icing on the cake? Our friends Jessica and Eric asked if we would be available for a play date at Imperial Park. Absolutely! All we had to do was switch out Jake (who drove to Houston to be with our “third son,” Chase, and honorary son, Josh) for C.J.

A pennant dragonfly poses.

A pennant dragonfly poses.

Being out in nature on a gorgeous spring day meant snapping pics of nature, of course.

The putt heads towards the basket.

The putt heads towards the basket.

And, naturally, discs were a-flying courtesy of Eric . . .

Note the Mister pushing a stroller.

Note the Mister pushing a stroller.

. . . and C.J.

Jessica and Ted

Jessica and Ted

But the highlight for me was seeing three-month-old Ted. I was in desperate need of an adorable baby fix.

Awwwww!

Awwwww! Such a cute toothless grin.

And now I can last another, oh, week or so!

Batter Up!

Logan is ready to pull the trigger.

Logan is ready to pull the trigger in one of my few decent shots from a week ago. (Believe it or not, this is ISO 4000 with no noise reduction applied.)

You know how people say that something is just like riding a bicycle, meaning that you never forget how to do it? Photography doesn’t always fit nicely and neatly in that category.

Last Friday night I got the chance to shoot our high school’s varsity baseball team in what quickly seemed to be an exercise in futility. It had been three long years since I looked through my beloved Nikon 70-200mm lens at running, hitting, and catching, and I felt about as rusty as the Tin Man before Dorothy and the Scarecrow rescued him.

I’m not sure what the photographic equivalent of an oil can is (I still chuckle at the Scarecrow saying, “Oil can what?”), but it’s probably experience.

As well as a second chance.

Trevor connects for a hit.

Trevor connects for a hit.

Fortunately for me, the guys played again the next day at our rival high school, which is close by. More importantly? It was a day game. Give it up for ISO 200!

I took what I learned not to do the previous evening and improved in my quest to document the action. Thank goodness!

I mostly concentrated on taking good batting pics. When it comes to shooting baseball, photographers want to capture the batter and the ball. It’s easier than trying to snap fielding photos, because you always know where the ball is going—to home plate. Then it’s a matter of luck, timing, and perseverance to nail the perfect shot.

Ryan is ready.

Ryan is ready.

Fortunately, I managed to snap the shutter perfectly twice with Ryan, both times during the same at bat.

This was my favorite shot!

This was my favorite shot. And he did hit the ball!

It made me think that there may be hope for me yet . . . as long as I don’t wait several years again to take baseball photos!

One-Word Wednesday

I’ve never seen such a hefty bluebonnet before.

This was the first time I had seen such a hefty bluebonnet. It stood out among its skinny pals in our neighboring community’s patch of wildflowers.

Chubby!

And now I’ve seen two of them!

And now I’ve seen two of them!

Pretty Progress

Bluebonnets galore!

Bluebonnets galore!

It’s been almost seven weeks since I posted a photo of the first bluebonnet in my neighboring master-planned community.

A lot has happened in that time. As in a bountiful burst of blooming bluebonnets!

But that’s only part of the story.

This is the patch where the first bluebonnet bloomed.

This is the patch where the first bluebonnet blossomed.

Adding to the gorgeous bluish-purple hue that Texans love so much is an abundance of red and pink.

The pink, as in evening primrose, always joins the bluebonnets this time of year. But that fiery red?

A colorful display

A colorful display

For the first time since I’ve been jogging and walking in this area, Drummond phlox has inundated the scenery. In the past, there might be a half dozen or so of the crimson cuties dotting the landscape. But times have changed . . . at least for this wildflower season.

Plenty to see here

Plenty of purty posies

Welcome to the neighborhood!

Leapin’ Lizards (er, Dogs)!

Yes, Solar IS upside down!

Yes, Solar IS upside down!

It may not be a dog-eat-dog world, but it’s definitely been a dogs-dogs-dogs week on this blog.

When I returned to the Paws in the Park event in Pearland last Sunday, I was in for a treat: I got to enjoy (and, of course, shoot) the Ashley Whippet Invitational’s freestyle competition, which I had never seen before.

Solar leaps over Andrew.

Solar leaps over Andrew.

Freestyle involves the handlers and dogs performing judged, short routines choreographed to music. The pups jump over their human pals . . .

Psych balances on Pennie.

Psych balances on Pennie.

. . . on them . . .

Kirby is a springboard for Torch.

Kirby is a springboard for Torch.

. . . and off them!

Top dog!

Top dog!

It results in lots of energy and what looks like fun for both canines and their companions. It definitely was a blast to watch!

Psych eyes the disc while on Pennie.

Psych eyes the disc while on Pennie.

Naturally, there was plenty of disc tossing and catching.

Got it!

Got it!

Wide receivers and tight ends ain’t got nothing on these critters!

Solar zooms past Andrew.

Solar zooms past Andrew.

Of course, the performances also involved abundant high-flying action.

Torch flies through the air with the greatest of ease.

Torch flies through the air with the greatest of ease.

It’s easy to see that this is a sport that can grow by leaps and bounds.

Each contest ended with the dog in the handler’s arms. A fitting conclusion!

Each contest usually ends with the dog in the handler’s arms. A fitting conclusion!

Especially leaps!

One-Word Wednesday

What goes up . . . .

What goes up . . . .

Gravity!

. . . must come . . .

. . . must come . . .

. . . down! (Last Saturday’s DockDogs competition in Pearland)

. . . down! (at last Saturday’s DockDogs competition in Pearland)