Bad Photography, Better Tennis

I spent about two hours at Read-Sweatt Tennis Center (was once Nicollet Tennis Center) slowly getting beaten by a mixed doubles team whose member's ages didn't add up to mine. The guy was also tall and rangy, very quick and equipped with a big spin serve. It was 6-4, 6-3. We had our shining moments, too, and it was quite a bit of fun, but the result was not what we had hoped for. I took this photo before the match inside the dome and had to stretch iPhoto's capabilities to make it even acceptable. There are four courts in this photo that were just about to be filled by our respective teams. It was hot and steamy and the sweating was easy.


Yesterday I was over to Mr Moohoo's. Anyone who has followed my photography trajectory knows that I like these trick shots, having executed many of them over my career. I apologize for the quality of the photo and the plagiarism.


Because the photos were so abysmal, I have enclosed a photo of some pretty yellow flowers in the interest of my pitiful blog's reputation for beauty. These flowers were encountered on my trek to Lake Harriet and are growing near the Rose Garden.


I watched the first Pyrenees stage of the French Bike Tour. It was a very exciting race, especially the last climb. Even if these guys are doping, and it appears that at least some are, they are doing things on bicyles that ordinary mortals can only dream about. I only wish that the race was to find the strongest rider, rather than the best doctor or pharmacist.