I Discovered Something on Saturday...

Shooting lacrosse is hard.

Here are some of the shots that actually came out half decent. You'll notice that there are very few action shots. There are some that refer to it as "the fastest sport on two feet." I can tell you they may be right after trying to photograph it.

Senior Blake Best, about to restart play from the endline.

Not sure who this is (can't make the number out, but I think it's 41, Tim Stratton), "cradling" the ball as he was trying to avoid an oncoming defender who didn't make it in to the shot.

A Towson player after getting rocked, looks to be 23, Clint Brakebill. If you have keen eyes, you'll see the he still has possession of the ball, though, good for him.

One of the things I love about the sport is that when the ball hits the ground sometimes, it simply becomes chaos. Tiger player off his feet, and a Penn player stuffed by his own teammate as they both are trying to get the ball at their own feet.

Two Tigers celebrating after a score.

Tiger moving on the net, ball cradled in stick, longstick defender right behind him, another defender right above him. Looks like it might be Clint Brakebill again

Some of the other shots were interesting, but not post worthy. Either blurry (or I had the wrong perspective in focus...like a few shots of faceoffs from ground level that would have looked great had I not been focused on the ground about 5 feet in front of them) or simply poorly framed with no easy fix. But enjoy these, lacrosse fans and non lacrosse fans alike.

I See You

Check this out. Mirror reflection? Nope. Window. The sun was in the perfect position to make a normally opaque window a mirror, without throwing glare up at the same time. The only flaw is the side which was blocked by the building itself. This photo was taken on the 3rd floor balcony of the Towson University Union.

Oh, I'm dead sexy.

I also like this shot. These little shrubs hanging on to life on the concrete of that same balcony.

Bart's Eye View - Commencement setup Final day

Welp, that's it. We're set, and raring to go for the onslaught of mortarboards, tassels, and hearing Pomp and Circumstance about a thousand times. I'll be back to relatively normal now that we're not working 12 hour days on setups. Hooray.

Here's a shot of the stage from the lighting position. I opened it up a bit to let you see what all is actually there. For comparison I took another shot that shows you exactly what the naked eye sees, which you'll notice is a lot darker. That's lights at what we call "show level." So, naturally the house is a lot darker than the stage, right? Glad we're all on the same page.
I may be back later with some stuff. Or maybe I'll sleep. Who knows, right now it could go either way.

John, call me, Bob...

Four little words. I see them almost every day. Middle urinal, Towson Center arena mens locker room bathroom.

Now, I'm normally quite used to the graffiti on the walls of the bathroom. However, I'm used to incredibly inappropriate sexual suggestions or propositions.

I'm not, however, used to seeing a plea.

John, call me, Bob


Now, I've seen it for the better part of three years. And a myriad of different scenarios have passed through my brain. I've thought about this. Why did Bob need John to call him? And why did he have to go the "scrawl above the urinal" route, and not a more straight forward approach? Did Bob wrong John somehow? Was it a joke that only Bob and John would understand? Why did Bob write it so gosh darn small?

I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll never know. Who knows how long it was there before I started using that bathroom on a semi-regular basis, let alone the once a day at least basis that I use it now. John and Bob may no longer be anywhere near Towson University.

But their legacy will remain, as long as that scrawl remains, forever confusing suckers like me who use the center urinal in the men's locker room bathroom in the Towson Center.

Though that scenario has occurred to me as well. That it was only done to make some idiot (HI!) wonder about it needlessly. If that's truly the case, I can only tip my cap to the prankster. Bravo good sir. Bravo.