Photoshop engineering

For me, Photoshop is one of the strongest forms of digital punishment known to man; I admire those who adeptly wield its myriad tools, because when I open up Photoshop, I typically find that it makes me feel at least thirty percent less intelligent than I really am.  But I feel that way about pretty much anything that’s complicated — which may be why I’m still single — so take that with a grain of salt.

Anyway, despite my pride-based aversion to Photoshop, sometimes I do find reasons to dip my feet into its treacherous waters; those reasons are usually centered around my website or a photo book, but occasionally some other project pushes me in that direction.  One such project came up just the other day.

During a trip that will be covered in another post, I visited Lehigh University last week.  Lehigh’s current mascot is the Mountain Hawk, a useful but fairly unremarkable mascot; however, the Mountain Hawk was not always the common nickname for Lehigh’s athletic teams.  They don’t publicize the prior nickname much (or, from my outside perspective, at all) anymore, and that’s sad, because that nickname and its accompanying logo were remarkably unique and appealing: before they were the Mountain Hawks, they were the Engineers.

Since the Engineer logo is almost nonexistent on campus (aside from two old banners in the athletic hall of fame) and is completely nonexistent in the range of available Lehigh merchandise, I decided I wanted to try to capture the logo so I could have my own copy of that wonderful piece of Lehigh’s history.  This proved to be a challenge, as the two banners in the hall of fame are under glass; with the limited opportunity and light I had, I got these pictures:

After I spent some time stumbling around in Photoshop, I ended up with a finished product I actually liked:

So, despite Lehigh’s decision to cast aside the grizzled, determined Engineer (and his grizzled, determined stubble) and become the Mountain Hawks, the Engineer will persist … on this blog, anyway.

(And, as it turns out, on a shirt or two.)

Out of the mouths of babes

While in South Bend on Sunday, my nephew Malachi asked me how old I am.  When I told him my age, my three-year-old niece Marina joined the conversation:

Marina: You’re 26?
Me: Yes, I’m 26.
Marina: You’re a big man!

Park it real good

As a permit-carrying member of the Blue Wheelchair Man Group (BWMG) — I get to park in handicapped parking spots — I have an interest in the parking efforts of other members of that group.  There are times those efforts aren’t exactly stellar; recently, I came across two such efforts.  (License plates have been removed to protect the careless.)

The first was during the Future Bulldog Camp.  Since the target group of the camp can’t drive, the stadium parking lot was only sparsely populated during the sessions, which meant one particular parking job was hard to miss:

I neglected to check the rear-view mirror for a permit, so I don’t know if that was done by a member of the BWMG.  If that was an able-bodied person’s parking job … well, come on.  If you’re going to park illegally, put some effort into it.  (At least stay off the sidewalk!)

If that wasn’t enough, just the other day, I went to Showcase Cinema to see Wall-E (by the way: GO SEE IT NOW!), and in the parking spot next to mine, I saw this:

The van did have the necessary license plate to park in a handicapped parking spot, but I’m not sure that counts as being “in a handicapped parking spot”; I think it’s more “in the general area of a handicapped parking spot.”  What made it more amusing was the “How’s my driving?” bumper sticker below the license plate.

If I see more of these sorts of parking jobs in the BWMG spots, I’ll continue to post them; if you see any, feel free to send a picture to me.  I’m always up for a good laugh.

Photo of the Variable Time Period, vol. 141

A while ago, my father — who typically doesn’t have facial hair on purpose — agreed to grow a beard when my brother graduated from law school.  (Leave it to an aspiring lawyer to negotiate that deal…)  He kept the beard a few days past the graduation, but its demise was inevitable; however, I did manage to convince him to keep it until I got the chance to shoot a few pictures of his bearded self.

Beard-B-Gone (23 May 2008).

This Week in Chelsea Sports Photography: 15 June – 21 June

All Week: WOOOO (youth) FOOTBALL!
Chelsea football held its annual Future Bulldog Camp for kids from third through seventh grade; the camp featured five days of instruction in the fundamentals of football by Chelsea coaches and varsity players, as well as an Air Force Football tournament.  (Air Force Football is a variation that allows any number of passes in any direction.)  This year’s camp set a record with over 200 kids in attendance.

Varsity head coach Brad Bush started the Future Bulldog Camp when he came to Chelsea ten years ago; the camp has been going long enough that most — if not all — of the varsity players helping with the camp this year attended the camp when they were younger.

Monday:
Morning

Afternoon

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This Week in Chelsea Sports Photography: 1 June – 7 June

Tuesday: Soccer
Chelsea defeated Stevensville Lakeshore. As is immediately obvious in the pictures, the game was played on a football field, which meant the football sidelines — very wide, very bright white lines about five feet inside the soccer boundaries — were immensely distracting (and the end zones didn’t really help, either). While I understand the practical necessity of a multi-use field, I don’t think soccer and football are a good mix: a football field is cluttered with lines and numbers (and now, with the growing popularity of artificial turf, midfield and end zone graphics) all over the place, while a soccer field is quiet and clean. Football on a soccer field would be fine, but soccer on a football field is just hard on the eyes.

So, to all the schools with dedicated soccer facilities: thank you.

(Full gallery.)

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