The whole gang’s there. A big polo gumbo, and a veritable capture of who’s who in Boston Bike Polo. Many a sweaty shirt beneath the sun this weekend, slowly microwaving us all from afar.
I’m undecided about the color here. I think it nearly works for a single image, but couldn’t well be used for an entire set. The clouds are a bit strange, some of the darker areas a bit too deep, and on and on. Color/processing may well have nothing to do with my reservations as it’s probably the slight blurriness that’s throwing my approval by the wayside.
Ahhh, Boston polo. What an incredible escape from everything out there (except softball. We’re surrounded by softball players). A couple-hour-slice of paradise a few times each week. And it’ll be months before snow even thinks of gracing our presence.
Nope, Nope, NO GOAL!