June 25 2016

I can't remember the first baseball game I watched. I can't remember the first time I walked into Kauffman Stadium. I don't remember the first time I heard a home run crack off the end of a bat. 

But I will remember the way that it sounds.

There's nothing like sweating through the ninth inning under the stadium lights, or the smell of beer and peanut shells. If baseball is America's game then I'm as patriotic as it can get. 

The most beautiful thing about baseball isn't the uniforms or the multi-million dollar stadiums, it's not even the players. The most beautiful part of baseball is how the game has a personalized meaning and feeling for everyone. I still remember hot, dark, summer nights laying on my dad's bed upstairs listening to the familiar voice announce the starting lineups on the tv. The ceiling fan was on, the windows were open, and even though we weren't at the stadium we were at the baseball game. 

Among all the gems in Kansas City I seriously cherish this one the most. 

I have a community, a family, and we all bleed Royal blue.
-Kam

June 19 2016

Recently I've become more aware of the things that I have been blessed with and today I was drawn to my surroundings. Dad and I spent a brilliant afternoon strolling through a book store and around town before escaping the heat in a restaurant and catching a little bit of the thirteen inning battle against the Tigers. It was a nice Father's Day.
I haven't shot on a DSLR in quite some time, but I always stay true to my motto which is black and white pictures cannot be captured in post. I must shoot on monochromatic if I plan on having a black and white day, which today ended up being because we were shooting in the middle of the afternoon in super harsh lighting.
Tomorrow I begin an internship that will hopefully help me decide in what direction I want to proceed. Wish me luck.
-Kam