Sun’s out, everyone to the field (that's an order), it’s gonna be a great game! This is when I find myself, conveniently and as usual, behind the camera. I catch the cocky stances at bat, the scuffles at home plate, infielders dodging runners, inside jokes in the outfield, the amazing saves and dropped balls.
Things are no less exciting off the field. Here little kids are weaving through hula hoops, big kids are texting each other and inhaling ice pops, adults are watching the action, a group is off doing a team-building exercise. I look over and the granddaughters are climbing all over Grandpa. This is my kind of game.
Things are no less exciting off the field. Here little kids are weaving through hula hoops, big kids are texting each other and inhaling ice pops, adults are watching the action, a group is off doing a team-building exercise. I look over and the granddaughters are climbing all over Grandpa. This is my kind of game.
During this trip we were invited with Tiana and Nate to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for a full breakfast before church one Sunday morning. Once we managed to get Grandma to sit down with us I peppered her with questions about the family she grew up in. One of my favorite tales was how her mother as a new resident of southern Utah was recruited to teach math at the local high school, she being one of the first female college graduates in the state.
