If you've been visiting my blog you may have noticed I have lots of photos without adequate identification. Faces without names. That is because of a flaw in me. I try to blame it on bein' old but this has been a problem for much of my life. I can't remember names. Until I've had them drilled into my memory over months or years. And even then I often forget names of people I knew very well.
Today's post is in two parts. First I'm reposting something I did several months ago. So newcomers to the blog will have this information about me. So players will understand when I come to practice or game and say "Hi" instead of "Hi Sarah".
Second, I'm posting some close-up photos of Outlaws. I love the candid close-ups. These will be faces without names. Because, well, refer to "first."
First - Forgetting:
My former employer held a meeting for retirees. There were about 300 of us, many of whom had been close business associates when I was working.
One guy came up and I knew I knew him but I couldn't place him. Even with a hint - he was wearing a name tag. "Mike." Reading his name didn't help. It quickly got worse. He told me his daughter worked in my department. I couldn't remember her name either, even after he told me. I was a manager of a small department within a big company. We were good. We had anywhere from 30 to 50 very special employees during my tenure. Not so many I shouldn't have been able to remember every name.
But I couldn't recall Mike's daughter's name. Until about an hour later. Then I had a flash of recollection. Oh, that Mike! Mike was in agency management in Houston. His daughter worked with me - I don't recall exactly how long but I do recall she was an asset to the department. And I've forgotten her first name. Again.
In my job I worked closely with agency management throughout Texas. There is no excuse for forgetting their names. But I also forgot Norman. Saw him at the meeting and said "Hi." But it took about a half-hour before I could place his full name and where he officed.
Another guy was there, Phil. I couldn't recall his name. I thought and thought. It wouldn't come. Part of the problem was the name I was trying to remember wasn't "Phil" but Jim. So trying to remember Phil was more difficult because I was trying to remember Jim and Jim wasn't Phil but someone else entirely.
Why am I telling you this in a blog about women who play football? I'm planning to go to the practice Saturday and shoot lots of photos. If I see you there, I may not remember your name. If I give you a blank stare and a simple "Hi there!" greeting, don't feel bad. After all, I couldn't even remember Mike and he was wearing a name tag.
Senior moments. Gettin' old.
Second - Faces
|I like candids. I rarely do posed pictures. I'm terrible|
at portraits. But these ladies were having fun and
I had my camera and I think it came out okay.
|The helmets make it difficult to get good facial shots. So|
I keep trying. Somehow pretty feminine faces in
football helmets just seem natural photo subjects.
I'll do that.
If I don't forget.