Rugby and a Burrito.Posted: March 8, 2009
Just recently I’ve been offered the opportunity to have my photos showcased on a sidewalk gallery here in DC. Of course I accepted that offer but now I have been given the task of picking about 20 photos to represent me. These photos are going to be up for a month in one of DCs most densely populated neighborhoods, Columbia Heights. Now, I know I’ve taken some fairly decent pictures but definitely nothing to have hanging up. So I took this as a reason for me to get on the ball with my photography.
So my brother told me about how a local rugby team was playing on a Saturday and I got crazy excited. This news became even better after finding out that it was going to be warm that day. I also realized that this day would be perfect to take some types of shots I’ve never taken before-sports! Perfect Saturday I though. So that Saturday came and I woke lazy and a bit angry. I asked my mother if I could go out the night before and she never gave me an answer so naturally I thought it was a no. Well it wasn’t. So I hurried and got ready and my way downtown.
I arrived at the park about ten minutes into the game and started to take pictures. I felt a bit weird taking pictures at first nut I quickly got over it when the action started up. Whoo! Gosh, rugby is intense and it’s only more intense when you watch in person. I mean, when your at risk of getting hit with the rugby ball or a rugby player, it just adds a whole new layer of awesomeness that you can’t get on TV. I can’t even count how many times I was almost hit by the ball!
The game then ended suddendly after about a hour. I became very sad. I wanted expected more. Maybe another half hour? Nope. So I stood on the field with a blank face, just staring at all the players. I realized two things at this moment: 1. I was crazy hungry. and 2. I kinda like sports photography. Who knew? At this, I started for DuPont Circle and had myself a burrito at Baja Fresh. Lovely. Then I went to Books for America, DjHut, and Melody at the suggestion of the cashier at the DjHut. I also ran into my English teacher.
I love Saturdays.