Play ball was a familiar cry from my summers as a young baseball player. Now I sit in the bleachers with a cold coke in hand and watch the boys of summer play the game that I still love. I'm encouraged when I see the little leaguer step into the batter's box and stare down the pitcher. I cracked a small smile, wondering how did he earn that shiner. He tilts his head down as he goes through his ritual. Nothing he does seems random. I placed the coke down, picked up my camera and zoomed in. Grit, determination, calm, focus...the story always happen in front of the lens.
