Old hat
It’s old now. Jules went to Hamilton. I got a hat. I’m the dad. It’s new…in this slide. It’s about 18 years old now. I would get another but Jules graduated long ago. Currently the one I have is sweat stained and completely faded. It hasn’t fallen apart. It’s well worn. I hate changing out my stuff. I have plenty of hats. But the good old Hamilton has sentimental value.
Jules was admitted to Colgate University as well. It’s a university by dint of a single post grad program. It’s on a hill. Any class on campus is either up hill or down hill. There is a gorgeous entrance – so gorgeous that people get married with the view. Jules was undecided. I added my two cents. Go to Hamilton. It’s on a hill but the classes are on the plateau at the top. One of the few times Jules heeded my advice? It worked.
Dressage – but I call it horse riding
I missed the jumping. We wandered into a college competition late. It’s a sport with which I’m unfamiliar. Seriously, there are folks who dress the part and then participate. I’m afraid I’m not sympathetic. Certainly the competitors are serious. I’m struggling to make sense of it myself. Sorry, I suppose there is beauty in training a horse to perform on command. It’s called training and art for the sake of mastery. Oh boy. I’m just poking fun at their expense. Not fair. I was an intruder in a foreign culture. There are purists and elitists out there who will defend the sport. I’m not one. One more pound and you don’t button that last one. Watch out!
Yale Snow Bowl
I discuss this more in my other blog (Imaged Event). Interestingly, the blog entry is right at the top of Google’s search engine. I just called it the Yale Snow Bowl because I went with a Yale fan. It could’ve been called the Columbia Snow Bowl. Hmmm….thank you WordPress. Cold, wet, pouring snow – it was quintessential football in the elements for diehard fans. Indeed it looks like the Yale center is calling out the entire Columbia team. So technically, many people would not even think of bringing a camera to a game like this. When I said ‘pouring,’ it was a heavy wet snow, with large clumped flakes that sort of soaked into any surface. There was nothing fluffy or ethereal going on here. That said, my friend Alex and I will talk about this game for years. Oh, and yes, his alma mater, Yale won.
The photo technical stuff – I brought a plastic bag. I should have a rain cover that is sold for cameras. But I don’t. And I never used the plastic bag. I forgot my gloves in the car so holding the camera constantly was not an option. I just kept the camera enfolded in my ski parka. I pulled the camera out as the play started. It snowed all over my camera. Fortunately the Nikon is sealed well. As for water on the lens filter, I wiped it off with my fleece. There was some blur. But hey, the conditions were far from ideal. Needless to say, I did not change lenses.
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