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Frosty Photography and Disc Golf

The Mister putts uphill.

The Mister putts uphill.

Last Saturday was a bone-chilling kind of day. It was 34 degrees with a blustery 16 mph north wind. Add Houston’s traditional humidity (the dampness made it feel even worse) and gray skies, and it led to one conclusion: Stay inside all day (well, after my early, icy-cold four-mile jog/walk, of course).

The disc saw Steve’s mean face and knew it had to be in the basket.

The disc saw Steve’s mean face and knew it better land in the tray.

So, naturally, when the Mister got a text from our pal Eric telling him that some of the usual suspects were playing disc golf at Community Park, he was rarin’ to go. Say what? Why not be smart and stay warm?

Blame it on his Nike FuelBand. The Mister wanted to get his 10,000 steps in, and this seemed like a fun way to do it. Where “fun” equals “frozen fingers and toes.”

Eric lasers in his putt.

Eric lasers in his putt.

I didn’t quite have in my 10K steps on my FuelBand, so I figured, what the heck? I joined the gang of six for the final half-dozen or so of the 18 holes (I was smart enough to wait until they were almost done, of course) and snapped photos with my little Nikon 1 V1 (30-110mm lens) until it literally froze at the penultimate hole (I had to pop the battery out and back in to get it to work again).

Michelle throws from an awkward position.

Michelle throws from an awkward position.

Those steps were frigid ones, especially after my sneakers got wet. Man, it was cold! I was wearing my warmest coat (my older son’s letterman jacket), earwarmer, and mitten-gloves to no avail. I hated that wind chill when I lived in Chicago, and I especially despise it now. We have to endure some of the worst summers on the planet (which extend into spring and fall); it doesn’t seem fair that we should have to deal with cold, too.

Mother Nature? Let’s talk!

Blake shows great form on his upshot.

Blake shows great form on his upshot.

Despite feeling that I was part of the idiots parade, it was nice being out with pals and surrounded by such pretty greenery. The park features lots of pine trees and bushes. Those make for great photo backgrounds.

Jeff floats his disc through the air.

Jeff floats his disc through the air.

When all was said and done, the disc golfers seemed glad that they had played. I guess it’s never too cold to throw.

But my Nikon 1 thinks it can be too cold to shoot pics!

Moving (and Spiking) on Up

I couldn’t resist think-bubbling this photo of Shelby from eighth grade.

Cool Shelby back in eighth grade

Putting the cherry on top of the proverbial sundae at last Saturday’s SHSU Family Weekend was the chance to watch college volleyball. The Bearkats’ schedule indicated that they would take on Houston Baptist University at 7:30 that evening.

Serving it up

Serving it up

Our main reason for staying late in Huntsville? The chance to see Shelby G. play.

The team is ready.

The team is ready.

My younger son and Shelby (and her twin brother, Sean) go waaaaaay back. They were in kindergarten together.

Spiking time

Spiking time

I’ve watched Shelby play volleyball at their middle school and high school. It’s been fun watching her skill level increase over the years. When we found out that she signed with SHSU, we knew we’d have to see her in action.

What goes up, must come down!

What goes up, must come down!

And we’re so glad we did! Shelby started at middle hitter, as she helped the ’Kats sweep HBU.

Eat ’em up, Shelby!

Sidebar: The SHSU photos were snapped with the Nikon 1 V1 and its 30-110mm lens. Fortunately, the lighting was great; ISO was 1600.

Lovely Scenery . . . for Photos, Not Disc Golf

The Mister sends his upshot away from the lake.

The Mister sends his upshot away from the lake.

My father always would remind me to watch my backgrounds. It’s a basic photography rule of thumb to make sure that you don’t have branches going in and out of ears or posts growing out of heads. (Back when he was tutoring me in my youth, Photoshop didn’t exist. Heck, personal computers were a faraway fantasy!)

Billy hopes his putt goes in.

Billy hopes his putt goes in.

Looking at some of the pics I snapped last Saturday at the First Colony Aquatic Center Disc Golf Course Grand Re-Opening Mini (man, is that a mouthful!), one thing really stood out: The background. As in the scenic, 23-acre lake that edges the course.

Michael was glad his upshot stopped short of the lake.

Michael was glad his upshot stopped short of the watery grave.

Disc golfers, of course, hate the water. And this particular lake is home to a multitude of plastic, including plenty deposited by and never to be returned to the Mister and our younger son. It seems like its appetite is never appeased, unfortunately.

Chuck butterflies in his disc.

Chuck butterflies in his disc.

But as a photographer, I love the setting that all that grayish-blue provides. It can really make the discs and the players stand out. I was shooting with my Nikon 1 V1 for a change, and the little, mirrorless camera did a great job documenting the action.

Ryan looks more like a ballet dancer than a disc golfer.

Ryan looks more like a ballet dancer than a disc golfer.

I just made sure that I stayed away from anyone whose disc was sailing into that lovely liquid!

Two-Word Thursday

I thought it looked familiar!

I thought it looked familiar!

Cattle egret!

These birds were in a field close to my house. (Nikon 1 V1)

These birds were in a field (without cattle) close to my house. (Nikon 1 V1)

One-Word Wednesday

Golf balls are gathered from a vending machine.

Range balls are gathered from a vending machine. (Nikon 1 V1 photos)

Golf!

My younger son, the Mister, and I went to a driving range last Monday.

My younger son, the Mister, and I went to a local driving range last Monday.

The kid played junior golf before he switched the ball to a disc.

The kid played junior golf before he switched the ball to a disc.

Thar she goes!

Thar she goes!

A Different Camera Documents My Trip

The view from above on the way to Chicago.

The view from above on the way to Chicago.

When I plan one of my infrequent trips, I usually spend a lot of time assessing what’s most important to me: My photographic needs. I’m rarely without a camera in addition to the one on my iPhone.

On previous journeys to Chicago I’ve lugged either my Nikon D300 or D700 along with my Nikon 50mm lens (occasionally I’ll tote the Nikon 105mm macro, too).

A dripping tree outside my mom’s condo’s window

A dripping tree outside my mom’s condo’s window

But this time I wanted to go with a lightweight kit, because Chicago in winter can be . . . dare I say it? . . . ugly. Remember yesterday’s photo of the dirty snow? There’s no need to snap multiple pics of that with your best equipment.

So I opted for my newest camera, the Nikon 1 V1, which is mirrorless (virtually noiseless). Plus you can change lenses, and it’s small and light. The best part?

It was free! I “bought” it from Amazon with my Discover Card points. As you know, free is my favorite price!

The crazy lights in O'Hare

The crazy lights at O’Hare

As it turned out, I was glad I chose the V1 as my photo-traveling companion. Not only did it do a decent job with the subject matter (I only snapped about 45 pics), but I spent most of my four days moaning and groaning (when I wasn’t living on Advil), because I tripped over a curb (yes, once again!) outside of Bush Intercontinental Airport and fell, bruising my ribs.

Fluffy clouds populate the sky on the way home.

Fluffy clouds populate the sky on the way home.

I’m not sure what worried me more: The thought of carrying my heavier photo equipment while I was in pain or the possibility that I might have broken one of my beloved digital SLRs and/or lenses when I went splat on the hard concrete.

Now that really would have been cause for moaning and groaning!

Doing the Wave

Not exactly crashing to the shore, but it will do.

Not exactly crashing to the shore, but it will do.

Last Tuesday was a very windy day in the Houston area. As I was walking past a lake in our neighboring master-planned community, watching the water’s constant waves made me think of home: Chicago.

When I was growing up with my three siblings and parents, we lived about as far north in Chicago as you could without being in Evanston. Our apartment building was close to Lake Michigan, so we spent a lot of time either swimming in the water in the summer or walking on the beach in the other seasons.

Sidebar: Yes, Chicago has four seasons. Unlike Houston where it’s either too-darned hot half the time and usually pleasant the other half.

I can go back in my mind’s eye and see the wind whipping up white caps on the lake in the winter. Just like what I photographed (with my Nikon 1 V1) earlier this week.

Well, thankfully, without the snow. And the ice!