I took this photograph last week while shooting a middle-school baseball game in Swannanoah, NC. To me, this was more than just an old baseball decaying and decomposing next to a chain-link fence; it's nostalgia that makes me smile. An old baseball is like a memory box filled with sounds, smells and images of spring and summer. It's rides to the ballfield, big league chew, hot dogs and gobstoppers, trophies, team moms, coaches, proud parents and pop flys. Like most of my friends, I eventually gravitated more towards other sports as I entered late-adolescence and high school but as time goes by my appreciation and love for the game of baseball gets stronger and it's because it's fabric is woven into the simple care-free days of my youth.
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