my assignment one download to date!
It is a nice start to things. I hope I have done the assignment requirements justice. I use the checklist and got as close to hitting each and every one as best I could in the first go around.
the numbers you ask? 12 separate card folders, 843 individual photo files, and 18.27 GB of space taken by all these.
The future efforts should be less robust and fewer cards, at least that is my plan. not less photos, just less scattered as to sources to download from. I did use four different cameras, as I shot in many different locations, at home, outside my home, taking special trips for photo shoot, having my camera at my ready where ever I went, at class. I did NOT sleep with one at my side though.
When driving I do try and keep a camera ready in the passenger seat [assuming no passenger] and I find you never can tell when something might pop up needed a photo taken. I have been doing a back of vehicle shot for years, my collection is far from organized and not as robust as I wished. It had started off when the idea hit me with a great back of vehicle subject . A Utility work truck at dusk, near an overpass at a stop light. It's bright tail lights winking at me, a reverse padiddle.
A pididdle you ask? really? read on, courtesy of Wikipedia:
Padiddle is a night-time travel game with the objective of earning points by spotting vehicles with a burnt-out headlight. You must say "Padiddle" and hit the ceiling of the car as fast as you can, while driving. Also, you earn points by calling a burnt-out brake light. These are the lights on the rear of the car. Whoever calls it first gets a point. The person with the highest score is the winner.
My growing up version had the caller hitting another person in the high arm area. Boys need to hit each other, it was a sign of something necessary when growing up in the late fifties and early sixties.
While driving around, another serious game was punch buggy. See a VW Beetle, you called out PUnCH BUGGY and went at it on the subjects upper arm area again. Unless it was the driver and you where in the front seat in shot gun, then you could hit the closest thigh instead.
COKES! when you both would say the same thing at the same time. The person first realizing it, calls out COKES! and starts wailing on the other sayer of said phrase, as hard and as fast and as many times as they could, UNTIL the hitee says STOP! and then the former hitee can then wail on the original hitter until they say the magical words, STOP! Skill in timing and speed of hitting is essential and a skill you quickly acquired or you became a target for future events.
You would be astounded as to how often this might occur. We had one individual that excelled in creating COKES occurrences, and he pounced on your arm with cat like reflexes, imparting hurt and pain, hoping you were so distracted by the attack you would forget to say STOP. But we loved him anyway, and he was the unofficial leader of our gang. His skill and athletic abilities were surely one of the main reasons for his ascension to leader.
In following my classmates BLOG[s] I saw two things that is awesome, these two things are an avid association with SOCCER.
One person has a daughter playing at a college level in another state, but she travels to see her play as often as she can. Looking forward to seeing some of her work. I got a glimpse after class on Monday.
And the other is a player, and I mean a player. She is on the school's soccer team. I will check out the schedule and make plans to attend a home game or two. Not sure if I can swing a field trip to an away game at this time. But looking forward to catching a game and my classmate in action.
MAYBE we can make it a class project of sorts, unofficially, what about it you Digital Photo 1 folks?
We can get outside and get the stink blown off!
[that was a phrase my DAD used all the time as I was growing up, makes you think, did I shower enough as I was growing up?]
Soccer is the beautiful game, when done well, and right, it is an act of fluidity and harmony. I actually played for nearly twenty years at various levels. Coached many a teams, from little ones up to senior women's team and just about everything in between. In my later years, injury stopped the action, and I was not able to play as a senior member of society. The Achilles tendon was tore [not detached mind you, just torn down itself like a knife slicing thru a stalk of celery] by bone spurs. It happened three times in 18 months. finally a cast and crutches and threat by my orthopedic sports surgeon threat of cutting off my feet stopped my sports playing career. I retired in 1993 from competitive action. A sad day!
So I follow my teams, have been a fan of EPL for years, as I showed you in my George Best entry, Manchester United !!!
The US national teams: women's team is first in my heart of course, they are the better unit and have been for years, the men are dysfunctional most of the time.
College? I grew up when St. Luis University was top dog in college soccer, racking up 10 national championships, and Flo Valley [a local college just across the river in the northern part of St. Louis county] they were...well just see for yourself
I think I see NINE wins in the championship game. Three second place finishes. Meramac is there with its wins too, and Forest Park, so our St. Louis area is well represented, but most are in the past as the rest of the country has caught up with us.
When I lived in Tampa for 5 years I was coaching my oldest son, Joey. He was on a rec team but showed some promise. He could score. One game he put in five with flare and finesse. At that time the Tampa club team for under 10 were trying to fill spots, they had won the national title as under 8 champs and needed a player or two to fill out their roster. It would have meant a lot of time and money to support anyone making the team. This team traveled all over the country playing in tournaments, every weekend in the season, all year around, and league games in the Tampa area. So it was a big deal.
Well the coaches of this team were making the rounds in the area, spying on local talent in the lesser leagues, like the rec league that we played in. We were far from the best team, but we had some special players. Joey was one, as he could score and had put on a show the day these coaches were at our game. So of all the kids in our league, Joey was the only one invited to their camp.
Joey and I went, mom stayed home. It was really something to see these kids play, the maturity and skill at such a young age. To see a national championship caliber team in person is so very different than watching a rec team game. Speed, precision, constant hustle, great positioning, support, and they were still having fun, but sweating hard while doing it.
Joey did not make the team. Joan and I were actually relieved, as our finances and time commitment [we had two other children still growing up and needing attention] was not ideal for such a thing.
But it was exciting and still a memory we share. The invite alone was worth its weight in gold for Joey [and me!] As I think about it, our league had about 120 kids playing on 6 teams, and the one kid picked was not nearly good enough to even make the team past a tryout. I did not follow them to see how they did in the older classification. Life goes on.
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