In March, the University of Dayton and UD Arena were privileged to host not only the NCAA Division I First Four but also the second and third rounds. With UD Arena being my home arena, I got to shoot it all. What an opportunity to shoot a lot of basketball!
For the start of this year’s tourney, UD Arena hosted North Carolina A&T vs Liberty, Middle Tennessee vs St. Mary’s (Calif.), LIU Brooklyn vs James Madison University, & Boise State vs La Salle. While they weren’t the most talented teams in the country, it was fun to have four games over the two evenings with the arena all NCAA’d out.
Here are my favorites from the eight hours of games from March Madness’ First Four.
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In March, I had the opportunity to go to Brooklyn to cover the Atlantic 10 tournament at the brand new Barclays Center. The University of Dayton got knocked out in the first round, but I stayed around through the championship and made pictures. The facility is amazing– the media work room, the media meals, the court, the architecture, etc. I’m really looking forward to going back in March 2014. After a busy semester, here is part 1 of 2:
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UD hasn’t won against Xavier on their on turf since Jan. 10, 1981. Jimmy Carter was president then. The streak continued last night as they lost, 66-61.
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The University of Dayton brought Murray State University’s 16-game road winning streak to a skidding halt, Dec. 22. The Racers came in as favorites considering its 75-58 win against UD last year and its advancement to the round of 32 in this past NCAA tournament. UD, coming off a one point loss to Illinois State four days earlier, played all out and surprised a lot of people with a 77-68 win. It was easily the most exciting game the Flyers have played at home thus far this season. The 12,500+ fans inside UD Arena were as loud as I’ve heard them in many games. It was electric!
Tech note: I set up a post remote with a D300s and a 17-35mm f/2.8 set to 17mm (thanks, Erik!) and got lucky a few times. I was also shooting with the Nikon D800e and some different glass for the game (thanks, Isaac!). Word to the wise: if you’re shooting the D800 for sports, make sure you have big CF/SD cards. Those ~37mb RAW files fill up cards very quickly, but the 36 gorgeous megapixels are a welcome change from the usual 12! Cropping heaven!
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On the afternoon following the final debate of the 2012 election season, President Barack Obama and Vice President Joe Biden held a joint rally in Dayton, Ohio, on Oct. 23 at Triangle Park. This was the first time the president and VP campaigned together at the same public event all year.
A crowd of approximately 9,500 people came out to see the duo in the park just a few minutes outside of downtown Dayton. The speeches by Biden and Obama were full of zingers about former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney’s performance in Monday’s foreign policy debate.
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Ohio’s a battleground state. We all know that. Lucky for me that Dayton always seems a stop on the campaign bus tours. When I heard that Michelle Obama would be visiting Dayton, actually less than two miles from my house, I knew I should probably get there. I sent off a credential request on Friday, and by Monday morning, I was confirmed and given instructions.
Last time I saw a part of an election year campaign, I was a senior in high school. I was able to snag tickets to the McCain rally at the Ervin J. Nutter Center in Fairborn, Ohio, where the senator surprised the crowd and country by introducing Sarah Palin as his running mate on the Republican ticket. A few weeks later, I was able to sign myself out of school for a self-led “enrichment activity” (a rally) for Barack Obama that was held just blocks from my school, at Fifth Third Field.
The first lady’s visit didn’t mean near as much campaign-wise as the previous rallies I’ve been to. This is more of a practice run. I know Obama and his opponent Mitt Romney will be visiting Dayton at least once before November. I’m planning on doing everything in my control to be at those events. This is a practice run. A little less security (I presume), a lot less buzz, a lot less people, and a lot less media.
Part one of the day was dropping my gear off so that bomb-sniffing dogs and extra-thorough Secret Service agents could rummage through my bag to make sure I didn’t have any bazookas modded to fit in my 70-200. Rest assured, I didn’t.
The doors opened to the media at 1:15 p.m. The press releases indicated that the event may begin around 3:10 p.m. I was a bit doubtful of that. Considering it’s not the president, I arrived at 1:45 pm. which is a half hour before the doors for the general public were supposed to close. A quick, no-line, easy check by security, and I was in. Still over an hour away, I had nothing pressing to do since I wasn’t on deadline. I live-tweeted photos and info, looked for angles, and generally wandered around before things finally started up. Thank God for iPhones.
The first speakers took the stage a couple minutes past 3 p.m., but it wasn’t until 3:49 p.m. that FLOTUS emerged from behind the curtain. I’m not complaining about her being late. I’ve heard stories of some politicians over the years being multiple hours late for events.
She was done working the rope line at 4:34 p.m., and it was my time to head home. Overall, it was a solid, small-scale warm-up to when the president and Romney roll into town in the coming months. Now if only next time I can get access to the open area immediately in front of the stage like AP and others…
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After all of my exams were taken and essays submitted, it was time to begin a big adventure. A few months before, my dad accepted my invitation to come to Europe to visit me after classes were done. We decided to do a big European tour by train. The specific Eurail pass we got allowed us to travel unlimited miles and through any of the 23 countries in which the pass was valid during ten 24-hour periods within 15 days. With that constraint in mind, we planned a long route through Europe beginning May 29 and ending back in Madrid from where we would both fly home on June 15.
First city: Amsterdam
Our first travel day was spent flying (the only airplane leg of the journey) from Madrid to Brussels, Belgium on May 29. From there, we would start our train adventures and end the day by arriving in Amsterdam in The Netherlands.
We flew from Madrid to Brussels Charleroi on Ryanair. It my first experience with one of the discount airlines. The 3-hour flight north was different. From the minute that the doors to the cabin were secured, a team of flight attendants were on the loud speaker informing passengers about different kinds of things we could buy during the flight. This wasn’t the typical “we have sandwiches and liquor” pitch. They tried to hawk things like magazines, food, water, perfume, smokeless cigarettes, and lottery tickets. To add on to the annoyance of the constant sales speeches, I was sitting in the middle of two people (one being my Dad). Ryanair definitely doesn’t give any more legroom that is likely mandated by law. As a 6-foot 5-inch guy, I had zero room to move or stretch out. Thankfully, the flight was so short.
After arriving at rainy Charleroi and catching a bus to the train station, we began what would be a journey filled with train ride after train ride in city after city.
After a brief layover-turned-photowalk in Brussels proper, we were on our way to see the Belgian and Dutch countrysides on our train to The Netherlands. It was interesting to see the landscape change from flat farm fields to watery canals as we made our way farther north.
We arrived in Amsterdam late, so we found our hotel and grabbed a quick bite to eat, and called it a night.
The first things I noticed in Amsterdam were bicycles. Men, women, old, young–all riding bikes. It was amazing to see a place where bikes greatly outnumber cars by such a large margin. I’ve seen estimates of the number of bikes in the city around 550,000. It’s amazing considering the population is around 720,000.
I found some great lines in Amsterdam Centraal (yes two As) station.
This is one of my favorite frames from the whole trip. It was amazing how much light there was at 10 p.m. even with the clouds!
Amsterdam was a great place to start our adventure. I loved the canals running through the city and the gazillions of bikes around every turn. This visit was a good warm up to a longer stay that I hope to have there in the future.
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I went to the El Rastro, the weekly flea market and walked around a bit. Here’s what I saw.
Vendors set up tables and racks all along this tree-lined street in addition to a couple surrounding ones. I wasn’t going for the shopping, but there were a few thousand roaming among the hundreds of tents.
What!? He’s reading a newspa-what? Newspaper? Is that one of those things that come from trees and have yesterday’s news? How’d he find one of those? That’s definitely worthy of tossing a few coins in his cup.
The following frames are from various outings from previous weeks, not El Rastro.
I was taking a break in front of the Prado museum during a walk and noticed some pretty tame, hungry birds hopping around. I set up my camera with a MF 55mm f/3.5 macro lens and attached a cable release. While on continuous high speed, I lined my hand up with where I had the focus set. Once one of my feathered friends slipped into the sliver of in-focus area and came in to grab the food from my fingers, I hammered down on the release. This is the result.
Snap from my grocery store, Alcampo, in Madrid.
This is Comillas Pontifical University’s most recognized architectural feature. It’s equivalent to UD’s Immaculate Conception Chapel.
I went out for a walk around town looking for lines. I found some.
These arches were one block away from my flat in Madrid!
This is the Puerta de Atocha train station in downtown Madrid. It was the site of the terrorist bombing back in 2004 that killed 191 people.
I saw a picture online of this station when I first came to Madrid, and it took me months to finally get to the area. The station and surrounding buildings have lines, lines, and more lines. I highly recommend it to photographers visiting Madrid. And I didn’t even get talked to or stopped by any overzealous, First Amendment-trampling rent-a-cops or police officers like I would surely have encountered in the States! Fantastic!
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Easter Sunday Mass at the world’s largest Gothic cathedral? OK, I guess so.
After staying up late with my friends (coincidentally ran into them at the hostel), we were out the door before the sun was even through its last REM cycle. The mission objective: (good) seats. Our recon reported that Mass started around 9. We figured we’d need lead time of maybe an hour to beat the crowd on the most important day of the year at the third-largest church in the world within a very Catholic country. We wound our way through the streets of Sevilla and made it to the cathedral with plenty of time. By this time, the maintenance man was still doing his last-minute power washing of the side entrance.
By 8:05 a.m., our side entrance finally opens. We’re there in plenty of time. We walk in and boom. This place is huge! While I haven’t seen the other biggest churches in the world, this one was certainly not your grandmother’s church.
It even is the home to Christopher Columbus’ tomb? Not too shabby.
After a few minutes of ohh-ing and ahh-ing at the tall, vaulted ceilings and seeing the processions pass through the church (see below), we started to think something was up. Why haven’t any priests been seen? There are only 40 people coming to Mass? It is Easter, right? After some murmurs move through the small congregation, we finally get word that our Internet-recon was bad. God gave us bad intel!? Mass starts at 11?! You mean we didn’t have to wake up at 5 a.m.? Awesome.
After blowing some time by filling our grumbling bellies with food and coffee at a restaurant around the corner, the time had finally come.
This time around, a familiar incense fragrance floated throughout the church as people were packing in and the organ began to bellow.
This time the two girls (two of our friends bailed after breakfast for naps back at the hostel) and I got seats in the second row on one of the wings. Not too shabby.
After songs- some familiar, some not- a few bows, a handful of handshakes, and a few faintly muttered Spanish phrases, I made it. First Spanish Mass= mission accomplished. Bonus points for it being on Easter… even if it does perpetuate the “Christmas and Easter Catholic” stereotype. If only Fr. Gene was still leading Sunday Mass at UD…
After some lunch and relaxing, I decided I had to find a place called Plaza de España that everyone was raving about. (I had hoped to stumble upon it the day prior.)
I could have spent hours there watching the light and shadows change. So many great lines, colors, and architecture. You might have recognized it from Star Wars Episode II.
After sweating it out in the Plaza, my friends and I had reservations for a flamenco show at a museum. Yes, the purists out there will scream and shout about that not being real flamenco, but hey, finding the authentic stuff was harder than it seems. While it probably wasn’t the world’s greatest, it was still an enjoyable way to finish up our last evening in Sevilla.
After a pleasant dinner at an Italian restaurant near the cathedral, we ended up walking to Plaza de España again. I was only able to squeeze off maybe a couple dozen frames while trying to cradle my camera on the curved, colored, ceramic railing before a security guard scooted us out of the park due to closing time. I would have really liked to have had time to run to the hostel for my tripod and spend some quality time playing with the lights and water reflections. Next time, perhaps.
With that, it was back to the hostel for some sleep, packing up and riding the high-speed AVE through the beautiful southern countryside to Madrid.
Spain = superb.