Wednesday, September 24, 2008

inwood, my resume, the stadium

I've been pretty busy during the past couple of days, which is a very good thing. I continue to spend a significant amount of time trying to get my computer back in shape (as well as myself).

This morning was spent at Inwood Hill Park photographing the birds, in particular the egrets, and some of the flowers. I haven't had the chance to look at how the pictures came out, but I doubt my shots of the egrets are very good. I'm pretty sure that the egrets were too far away for my small telephoto lens to capture them without pixelating them too much. During the past few months, I've made a couple of visits to Inwood, largely to photograph the egrets, but they either weren't there or were outside of the comfortable range of my lens. These experiences remind me that at some point I'm going to need to upgrade to a much better camera.

With only a few weeks left before the trees begin to change colors in earnest, I feel driven to capture as much as I can of the remaining verdancy.

Yesterday I submitted my resume along with a cover letter to a prominent NYC art institution, which is seeking both full-time and part-time hires. As you know, I've been trying to establish a more structured schedule during the past several weeks. With the one year mark behind me, I've been looking forward attempting to become more independent of the safety of the cocoon. Inroads have been made, but there have been (perhaps self-perceived) setbacks too. At times, I've felt like I have taken two steps forward only to be followed by one step back. But I have learned that this is OK. I think this is just the reality of where I am right now. And there's no better way to deal with this than to just get out there and try something. Opportunities abound around me. My endeavors in photography and writing clearly show that I've been doing this to some regard.

Yet, with some natural reluctance I've been slow to the idea of leaving the comforts of the cocoon, but I must and I am. Bye, bye Never-Never Land. The frightening world of adults and responsibilities awaits. Of course, this doesn't mean that I should or am expected to make a blitz into this new arena. At the moment, I don't feel quite ready for the drudgery of a 5 day work week. The part-time position, I hope, will be a good fit. I could definitely use the greenbacks and begin to give my folks a break. In addition, working part-time would allow me to maintain some of the coveted flexibility desired to continue my photography project, especially now that the glory of the fall is before us, and write.

I'll be sure to let you know if I receive an interview.

Finally, sorry for not posting about Sunday's finale at Yankee Stadium sooner. I just didn't have the time. Well, how was it? It was AWESOME. Truly memorable. The pre-game tributes to past and current Yankee players were great. Going back to 1923, the year the team moved to the Bronx, the video tributes in center field showed many of the best players to play at each position. There was at least one notable absentee from the video tributes: Roger Clemens. It's evident the Yankees stayed clear of bringing up such a controversial figure on a night that was so special to so many baseball fans. Former manager, Joe Torre, wasn't recognized either.

The game itself was a good one. There was a lot of offense and a couple of pretty good defensive plays were made by the Orioles' infield. Like a thousand supernova explosions, flashes of very bright lights flickered in the Stadium throughout the game. I had never seen it so illuminated by so many camera flashes. It was a jaw-dropping sight. It was fun to keep track of the Stadium's final stats. Who made the last hit ever? Who scored the last run? Who made the last pitch? Who hit the last home run? And as Bob asked jokingly, who was the last fan to run onto the field? Yep, at the end of the game someone, despite the imposing phalanx of mounted and regular police protecting the field, ran onto the field only to be tackled by at least 8 officers and jeered by the packed crowd.

I've been fortunate to attend several night names at Yankee Stadium over the years, but none of them had the infectious atmosphere of Sunday's. Perhaps a World Series game or even this year's All-Star game was similar, but I doubt it. I think this game was very special. The pre-game dedications to Yankee greats had the sense of a solemn reunion, a proud and humbling reminder of the unrivaled tradition that the organization represents and to which fans have rallied around for generations. The tribute made it clear that legends - past and present - have graced the field of this special place.

As former and current Yankees were announced and took their places at their respective corners of the field, fans cheered like I had never heard them cheer before. There was revelry . . . celebration. Certain players, in particular Paul O'Neil, Scott Brosius, Bernie Williams, Derek Jeter, and of course, Yogi Berra, received the most laudatory receptions. The crowd infectious with emotion repeated each of their names in unison again and again and again. Chanting the names of their favorite players, the crowd celebrated those who had carried their hopes and imaginations as well as their disappointments and frustrations over the course of their lives. Their chants connected them with their fathers or grandfathers, brothers or uncles, who had introduced them to the game of baseball and to the traditions of the pinstripes. Generations of players and fans, both living and gone, were remembered that night. It was stirring. There was no grief here. No requiem was played. Yes, there was some sadness, but it comes from the realization that the memories experienced in this cathedral will not have a physical address anymore. Yet, the memories endure. They live on in us . . . the fans. And the joy that those memories engender is what made Sunday's finale game at 'House That Ruth Built' into a going away party. It was a familial celebration of a shared history and dreams. There was only admiration for these players and all that this team and this ballpark has meant to so many people.

I only wish there were fireworks at the end. That would have rocked.


Comment Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fireworks would have been great! Have you tried the 100 push up challenge yet? You'll have to let me know how it goes. I am glad that things continue to go well for you!

God Bless,

3:30 AM  
Comment Blogger Duane said...

Thanks, Mindy.

9:34 AM  

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