Walking from the parking lot to the stadium, I glanced left and saw the man tunneling between the lines. While walking past him, I shot from the hip...hoping to seize an image of the artificial solitude sheltering him from the urban wilderness. Our forty-something trio of guys then headed into the ballpark, to enjoy the Friday night game against San Diego. The air was cool and crisp and the innings were many. They played ball well after the clock struck twelve. The Nationals lost, but the diamond provided a welcome terrain full of distractions, chances to: pick up a camouflage floppy hat game day souvenir, enjoy an over-priced burger, to fraternize with over-sized reptilians, to dream of catching a foul ball or an over-sized t-shirt, to forget that we are forty-somethings.
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·TRANSLATION! FESTIVAL 2019: LANGUAGES IN MOTION·
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*· Translation! Festival 2019: Languages in Motion**· *
*Art Exhibition** “Confabulations and Other Wordscapes” *
*and a talk with the Italian Visual Ar...
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2 comments:
Speed dating at a baseball game? Interesting.
13 innings ... 4 too many, especially when your team ends up losing.
i like the pictures of the guys with the hats in their pockets.
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