I began the shoot focusing on the tools of the game, something essential to an expose of a sport.

Then as my hands began to freeze up, it became obvious that gloves would be needed. Hoping I had left some in my camera bag after shooting a night soccer game, I set the backpack down and finally found a mismatched pair of gloves--two rights hands, as it were--but it was enough to keep my hands functioning.
When the game started, it became immediately clear that to capture the essence of the event, I would need to get in the line of fire. I started out really only being able to shoot portraits, like this one:



And, playing in grass, getting the thrower and the boules in the same shot proved challenging, so I took a deep breath and laid down on the muddy ground, flat on my stomach, and started shooting. And the result, at left.
The sky is hot, but the perspective is interesting.
Fortunately the editor would print three photos, the one at left included, so as to tell the different aspects of the story.
Because shooting an sport is all about telling the story. And packing gloves.
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