Brad Davis of the Houston Dynamo for Houstonia Magazine

I photographed mid-fielder Brad Davis of the Houston Dynamo a few weeks ago for Houstonia Magazine. An MLS-watching friend of mine said he had the best left footed cross in the whole league. But what's more interesting is that at 31 (which is considered old-ish in athlete years), he's still battling for a roster spot on USA's 2014 World Cup team. You can read all about it at Houstonia. And if you're so inclined, you can check it out in print at your local magazine vendor. Shout out to the Dynamo aka Orange Crush aka La Naranja aka Die Oranje.

Periodically

Almost. Almost a month between blog posts. I'd say that's pretty good seeing as how I intended to post daily when I first started this thing in May. Now it seems like the blog is turning into Untitled Monthly, but I've got my reasons. I've spent the last two weeks in Houston (and a few days in Austin) relaxing with my family, taking pictures and not doing much else. So to kick off this blog in 2009, I leave with a few day-after-Christmas shots of my nephew and twin nieces. Shout out to Tichara for making them happen.

When it rains...

It rains some more. Yesterday was another installment of my coverage of the 2008 DC United season and it was quite different from the other matches. A few constants: The drive down Florida Ave., "random hip hop artist" blasting in my Jeep CD player (nope still no ipod for me) and $12 for parking. Sure wish I had a VW. A few variables: Thuderstorms, tornado warnings, and torrential downpour throughout the Washington DC area.

When I left my apartment, there was a nice little early summer rain. The windshield wipers wiping every 3-5 seconds. You know, nothing I can't handle. I strapped the rain gear on myself and on my camera and prepared to get some cool shoots of soccer players playing in the rain (light rain). But instead I was greeted with a rain delay.

The game started about twenty minutes after the scheduled time with nothing falling from the clouds. Five minutes in a light drizzle started. Ten minutes in a steady downpour ensued. Fifteen minutes in, the game was stopped and the rain was coming down so hard I couldn't see the other side of the field. Twenty seconds after that I was sitting in the old Washington Nationals dugout in RFK Stadium with about six inches of water below my feet.

So I sat in the dugout for about an hour and a half hobnobbing with the other photographers and waiting to see if the players were coming back on the field. They never did. Game postponed and scheduled for a later date.