If you're the type that prefers words to pictures, check out my guest post today at Speaking in CAPS. Then come back and look at my pretty pictures. I'm obviously multi-talented.
Last Wednesday, Husband-Styro and I went to our first game of the season, my back being the limiting factor again this year. Edwin Jackson pitched a gem against the Baltimore Orioles, and the Tigers won 4-2.
Of course, I toook a few photos. I won't subject you to all sixty-four(!), just my favorites.
Pre-game warm-ups and infield grooming. Giant, hulking Ford Field is no more than forty feet from Comerica Park.
The cityscape in the background looks like a movie backdrop. Detroit looks like the scenes they show in Gran Torino. It also looks like this. I think both are beautiful.
When they closed old Tiger Stadium, you could buy the old wooden seats. These are actually fairly comfortable for a normal person.
Ah, yeah, I remember ol' Gas Can Jones. Got him in trade from the Mets for Lawnmower O'Neill.
Cute kids.
The scoreboard looks like Las Vegas to me.
That's GM world headquarters glowing silvery in the distance.
By the 7th inning, the air had cooled off and there was a lovely breeze.
There's something so right about being under the lights at a ballgame.
Empty bleacher seats after the game.
My favorite picture of the night, the lights of the Detroit Athletic Club against the night sky.
It took us a long time to get to the People Mover after the game. I kept seeing things I wanted to shoot. Not that you should phrase it that way in Detroit. If I ever get myself a DSLR, I won't get home from Tuesday games until Thursdays.
