Summer means baseball, and in these parts, that means a) the York Revolution and b) local league ball.
I’d never shot at Stewartstown’s field before, nor had I ever seen a similar setup. The playing surface is maybe six feet below the ground on which the nearby community building stood, and the fence serving as the backstop extends all the way to the dugouts, whose roofs rise about three feet above ground level. So, after securing the home team manager’s permission, I camped out on their dugout roof while I covered the game.
With that vantage point and some gorgeous evening light, I got to make baseball pictures I’ve never made before.
For example, twin dirt clods:
Evening light was insanely nice. And the game was moving at a pace where I felt like I could relax and make pictures, not just shoot-shoot-shoot.
I’d never shot on a field with such nice, selective light on a pitcher:
The sun soon faded beyond the horizon, and the light evened out on the playing field. Then I noticed that the pitchers — from both teams — had dug quite a hole into the pitching mound. Never saw that before, either:
So, combined with the nice angle-of-light and the higher vantage points possible, I’m excited for the next time I shoot at Stewartstown.