The high school winter sports season ended not too long ago, but with spring games getting canceled left and right due to inclement weather, I’m a little nostalgic for the days of photographing sports exclusively indoors.
Earlier in the winter season, reporter Steve wrote a feature on New Oxford’s swim team, which meant I had the rare opportunity/freedom to photograph a swim meet without worrying about getting action shots of certain swimmers. Here are some photos from that assignment (you can view more here):
Not too long afterwards, I was assigned another swimming feature — this time, at the 36th annual South Western Relays.
Fun fact: Between the ages of roughly 6 and 11, I was on my neighborhood’s summer swim team. This meant every morning, five days a week, my brothers and I were shipped off to the neighborhood pool for two hours of swim practice. Saturday mornings were spent at the pool again, participating in more specialized clinics. On Mondays, our team would compete in a swim meet against another neighborhood team (there were six or seven teams in whatever league had been formed).
At first, I hated swim team: It subjected me to my first experiences as a victim of bullying and made me feel completely inadequate when, try as the coaches might, I never did learn how to dive properly. Once I became pretty decent at backstroke and butterfly at age 8 or 9 and got moved up to heats 2 and, occasionally, 1, it was all right. But definitely the best part of swim team and the meets was the downtime between races, which was when I’d eat whatever I wanted — especially since my mom would always volunteer to work the concessions booth, and would pay for my Airhead candies, pizza slices and flavored shaved ice.
Photographing the South Western Relays took me back to those swim meets, in a good way, especially once I discovered that even high school swimmers get their races Sharpie’d onto their arms and also pig out between races.
Just a few photos from that assignment (here are more):