March 2023 favorite photograph

Today’s post is about my favorite shot in March 2023. A few more shots to choose from, but I selected one winner.

The rusty orange rim of the backboard hangs askew, held hostage by a single, fraying net warped by years of Indiana summers. This old backboard stood like a sentinel in the shadow of a common field. Yet, despite its obvious weathering, the goal held a certain dignity. The background field witnessed generations of dreams taking flight, with the sound of basketballs soaring against the endless blue sky, the smack of leather, the thud of sneakers, the joyous shouts of children playing. Also, the groans of defeat as many shots were missed. It was a silent monument to countless afternoons spent chasing that elusive swish, a testament to the enduring spirit of this small-town.

This photograph was one I saw while driving home from a fun day with my friend Amanda as I shot her grandmother’s dilapidated house. As you can see in the link below, there were many photographs to choose from, and surprisingly, I chose one I passed by and have passed by thousands of times. This basketball goal is a mile from my home.

On March 18th, 2023, I took this photograph. Winter had lost its grip and spring showed signs of life renewal. The ironic contrast between this old worn out basketball goal, and the newly arrived growth of spring piqued my interest. It is a reminder that even in the darkest depths of dormancy, life endures, waiting for the moment to burst forth in a vibrant, triumphant renewal.

I knew soon the warm spring season would appeal to the children playing and using this goal for their entertainment, but for this moment, it was mine and mine alone. A moment captured in silence and stillness before the world awakes for its long hibernation.

Until next time,

Tim

Link to my photos from March 2023 - https://500px.com/p/timbindner/galleries/march-2023

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