Final day of polo for a couple weeks, what with the impending holidays and locational displacement. A good, honest and cold day to say farewell though, and some unexpectedly incredible goals to boot. All assisted by a bottle of Malbec.
There’s something about this image. It’s polo, but not the game. It’s the people that wished they were playing, but had to sit. It’s that American flag one of the guys pulled out of a dumpster on the way over.
They spectate outside the rink, I get to work and record inside. And disrupt play and be a nuisance while generally trying to be invisible. Glimpses here of the outside world.
Chilly outside, chilly inside, hot tea to soothe.