Hmmm . . . why does this photo seem so familiar?
Oh, yeah! Remember this blog post? Seems that when I’m late to a shooting gig, I tend to miss some important action. Like the swimming part of a triathlon. Oh, and our high school band playing in a parade. Is that really such a big deal?
Well, it is if the whole point of going to the parade is to take photos of the band playing. Sigh!
Last Friday was County Fair Day in our part of Texas outside of Houston. Usually, the school districts in the county have the day off. Yes, that’s right . . . no school on County Fair Day. That’s so parents can take their young ’uns to the fair and have their wallets divested of every dollar bill and coinage to be found.
Sidebar: In the 11 years that the #1 son has been free of school on CFD, we’ve never attended the fair. We’ve never even gone to the fair. Or the parade. In fact, my sons have never even seen a parade in person! CPS, slap the cuffs on me now.
This year, though, our school district took away our CFD holiday. So the band and our dance team marched . . . but none of our students could see them. Kinda sad. But I wanted to take photos of them, so off to the little town of Richmond, Texas, I drove. I thought the parade started at 9 a.m. But when I got on the scene at 9:02 a.m., I was startled to find that I was late (and why would I be startled given my past history? Really?)!
As I squeezed into an open spot on the side of the road opposite the parade route, I began to wonder if I had missed our band and dance team. That would be par for the course for me. But no! I could see them playing and marching towards us. Yes! Luck was with me!!
No! Luck was not with me! The moment I spied the band coming towards our little part of the parade route, they stopped playing. Every single one of them, including my “third” son Chase.
All of them, except for the drumline, of course. They always like to play! Thanks, gang!
But what about the rest of our crew? How could I document their parade story without photos of them actually playing? So I hustled on down the parade route ahead of them. This was no easy feat for my feet!
The roadside was packed with people waving little American flags, and I hated blocking their view as I jogged past. So I took a long, circuitous route behind the parade watchers and finally reached a point far enough ahead that I could catch my breath and then shoot when the band started to play again. Good thing my shutter speed was high enough to compensate for my labored breathing!
It would have been nicer to have gotten photos from straight on, but that just wasn’t possible on this route.
And most important? Before the parade passed by, I got pics of Chase! If you have a long-enough parade route and can move quickly, you never have to miss a good photo op. Good thing I’ve started my marathon training!