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Sometimes it’s just the color

No real story behind this shot which was taken at sunrise on Dec. 26, 2013, just above Webber Canyon south of Benton City, Wash. Sometimes simply the color of the sky is worth stopping for.

Cattle holding pens are seen at the Simplot feedlot located next to a slaughterhouse in Burbank, Washington December 26, 2013.  (ROSS COURTNEY/Yakima Herald-Republic)

Cattle holding pens are seen at the Simplot feedlot located next to a slaughterhouse in Burbank, Washington December 26, 2013. (ROSS COURTNEY/Yakima Herald-Republic)

-Ross Courtney


Wishful Thinking

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Sometimes you come across some fans that have really gone all out in support of their team.

And sometimes, unfortunately, it turns out that they aren’t their for a team in your area. Darn.

 

– Kaitlyn


Four family members ring in the New Year on Tuesday, Jan. 1, 2013 with a slippery game of soccer on the snow-covered tennis courts at E.J. Miller Park in Prosser. Lizardo Perez, 16, has the ball. His cousins — three brothers — are from left, Eliazar, 19; Cris, 15; and Juan Muñoz, 20. "We were bored," Eliazar said. (ROSS COURTNEY/Yakima Herald-Republic)

Soccer in the snow

Pickup games of soccer have become common, almost nightly, under the lights of the E.J. Miller Park tennis courts in Prosser right across the street from my house. I’ve even joined three or four over the past year. Here’s a shot I took almost a year ago:

 

Playing under the lights on tennis courts is common in Prosser. Gustavo Madrigal and his friends play in January, 2012 at E.J. Miller Park in Prosser. They use the chain link fence as a sideline and trash cans for goal posts. (ROSS COURTNEY/Yakima Herald-Republic)

But imagine my surprise when I came home from a vacation on New Year’s Day this year to find these few friends undeterred by the blanket of snow.

Another group, larger this time, showed up the next day for more of the same. The playing surface, once lined with a gritty layer of snow, had by then turned into a sheet of ice.

Four family members ring in the New Year on Tuesday, Jan. 1, 2013 with a slippery game of soccer on the snow-covered tennis courts at E.J. Miller Park in Prosser. Lizardo Perez, 16, has the ball. His cousins — three brothers — are from left, Eliazar, 19; Cris, 15; and Juan Muñoz, 20. “We were bored,” Eliazar said.

If you’re wondering, the answer is no. I did not ask to play in either of the slick games. I watched for a little while and went back to my snowman with my 1-year-old daughter. I admit, I was afraid I would end up with a knee similar to that of my friend Juan here.

I’m twice his age. No doubt it would have been much worse for me.

Holler for me when the snow melts boys.

–Ross Courtney

 

 

 

 

 


 



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Returning

I haven’t picked up a camera in weeks. If you’ve noticed that my byline has disappeared from the paper, it’s because I had hip surgery earlier this summer and am just now returning to work. While I was out, I made pictures twice — both times following a trip (in a wheelchair) to the farmer’s market. Yesterday was my first day back, full-time, to the office. And although I can’t yet handle the rigors of a regular photo assignment, I did grab my camera on the way out the door to a picnic dinner at Tim’s Pond last night and rediscovered the delight of just snapping away and watching something new unfold in front of the lens. I won’t be running up and down the sidelines of a football field any time soon or even setting up lights for a portrait, but it’s nice to remember there are some things in reach, moments to be found when you’re moving slow and just making pictures for the joy of it.