Green grass, I had a good grope

Te Whiti park, Lower Hutt

One of the tactile experiences I miss so much in Korea is grass. A dense mat of green, tangled Kentucky rye grass and another combination of grass type made up the grass at the park that also served as a sports ground too.  Compare that to the conditions I play cricket in Korea is that a sandy gritty surface greet your hands and knees every time you go to stop a ball. Ouch. Give me grass burn everytime.

The Hutt Recreation ground

Flash new camera, shooting for the stars

Possibly Jupiter and it's moons

The difference between my new camera, and my older camera is almost light years.

Coupled with my also newly acquired super-snooper lens, it produces clear, bright and colourful pictures. Good for when I’m taking photos for the cricket team. I’ve always considered getting the photo right then and there in-situ. It saves me a lot of time, because all of the photos have come out. No need for editing. Less angst when there’s 100 or more photos to doctor.

With a better sensor, I can set the camera on semi-automatic mode and literally fire away.

It makes an unbettable combination.

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Free t-shirt, not completely unwanted

I recently took pictures of the Sixes tournament for the KCA. How could I refuse? I’m the official photographer, so it’d be rude not to go. I received a free t-shirt from the organisers. It’s a little bit like when I was at university and represented Massey university at Fencing, and at one year sports climbing too. I got two t-shirts to wear. Though not of bad quality, not fully appreciated either.

The latest t-shirt has that same feeling, though of more contemporary materials. I should be more grateful. Fully synthetic it’ll be good to wear when I go walking. The cap was not free, but bought on another occassion.

That protected feeling had only moments to last

When I go to pad up before going out to bat in cricket I sort of feel like a knight putting on his armour. It’s a rather snug and secure feeling that I also used to get when I put on my fencing clothing too. Though not padded, a fencers’ jacket and pastron is resistant to up to 1600N.

The next man in always has to be “padded up”. If they have to get me to go out to bat, they have to be pretty desparate. I was batting at number 10 in the order. It was the last over of our innings, and I was quickly chucking on the protective equipment. The pads that go on the legs go on first, then after having given the box a clean with my t-shirt, I discretely put it in my underwear. Then the gloves. The last over was going at a roaring pace, runs were being hit all over the pitch. The last ball was bowled. I had put on my gear with a few monents to spare only to take it off again.

On the cheap, an evenings entertainment

Just me and the beer and chips, alone in a hotel room. The cricket game is tomorrow.

It’s always a safari, and I shoot to kill

I take photos of the ANZIKs batting. We’d won convincingly and I was packing my bag when David, one of the players made a quip. I grinned in response. At the time, it was a pretty good one –liner.

I’d documented virtually every game the ANZIKs had played and in doing so had been Christened with the name “Paparrazi”.

The reputation of the Paparrazi, especially in Britain is because they take photos worthy of blackmail or scandal. It appears that I’ve been tarred with the same brush as when some of my team mates go for a piss, they look around to see if I’m lurking in the shadows somewhere. Please, a zoom lens makes things closer, not bigger.

Red ball, red hands

red and swollen

The cricket team have a big game on Sunday. A deciding game in fact. Win this game and we stay in the league. So I was practising my bowling at one of the local elementary schools. Not bad, if I do say so, the deliveries were accurate if a bit slow. Miss this ball and you’re bowled my son! It worked in the past.

But our first game was played (and lost) against last years winners, Hydristar, Pakistan. Admittedly they are tough opponents, racking up a score of 230.

I had a pretty good day in the field, intercepting the balls that came to me, with only one fielding error. My hands tell another story, both bruised, with the digits on my left hand a bit red and tender afterwards. That’s nothing compared to the other Jason on the team. He pulled a hamstring and spent the rest of the game hopping to and fro between 3rd slip.