Most people I meet these days are surprised to learn that I played any sport, let alone basketball. My current disinterest in professional sports masks the fact that organized sport was a huge part of my childhood and has probably contributed considerably to the person I am today. I have very fond memories of it. I rediscovered this photo while reorganizing some things recently. It was taken at the Presidio Middle School gym at one of our Tuesday night practices. I’m probably 11 years old here.
I’ve seen this photo so many times before, but I haven’t seen it since having taken up photography and certain details jump out at me now. I now notice that this photo is actually a polaroid test shot taken with studio lights (notice the power pack in the fore ground) on a large 4×5 camera masked for a square negative. Another thing that I noticed is that I am closest to the main light source, which is at least partially responsible for my blinding complexion. What I still can’t figure out is why I am the only one that is fully visible from head to toe. I used to be embarrassed of that detail but I now love how awkward it is.