Americana on 35th Street
From Opening Day to postseason nights, the nosebleeds to the batter’s box, there’s a longing that embraces the stadium. When the last out is called and the lights turn dark, the excitement begins.
A ballpark is a very special place to be, even the silence cannot mute the game. The aura of greatness fills the air; distinct smells and sounds seep in the cracks and cornerstones of the park. Memories are triggered by a scent of crisp-aged glows of old fireworks; even the aroma of loaded hot dogs and the rattling bustle coming from the highway.
A setting and atmosphere as infectious as it is restless.
The air that fills the stadium invokes nostalgia, perhaps the thesis of the great American game. Past, present, and future seem to intertwine as the first pitch is let loose. Fans create the immersive feeling of the game. The roar of a grand slam home run. The surprise and slender of a great defensive play. The perfect gunshot steal to second - it’s absolute magic.
Magic to the beating heart of the game — the fans. I mean, what adult has not been that child who dreamt of sharing the diamond next to their favorite player?
“That’s going to be me out there, someday!”
So why am I telling you this? Well, I’ve loved this game since I took my first steps; I am a branch of the beating heart. This game has gone beyond a pastime, it has been my dearest friend.
As a fan, player, and photographer I wanted to create a story that embodies the emotions that baseball evokes within me. I wanted to create a series that translated my passion and love for the sport: a roadmap to my nostalgia.
As I’m writing this, the World Series matchup has been confirmed while the White Sox have been sent on an opportunity to capture 2019. There lies the cyclical nature of baseball, while one flower blossoms, another hopes to bloom in a new season. Those who really understand the game, realize that the “field of dreams” does not bare one address, or just one ballpark, nor one team. Baseball is us, and we, are baseball.
I want to take you on a journey through the game. After all, it’s the fans, the stadium, the players, the field, the hustle and bustle that make this game so extraordinary. What is the essence of baseball? It’s the crack of the bat ringing through the stadium park and into the rooms of millions, filling our hearts with the memories of the past and hope for the future.
I love this game, it’s an old friend.