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One of London's many "living statues". This one was in Covent Garden.

A high speed shot of a snowball right as it hits the racket. Shout out to Harold "Doc" Edgerton.

亞當社長送的禮物! 感恩

Gift from Paul Hanley. There's a crack on the frame but its still pretty cool none the less.

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produced for the Nike Graphic Studio SEI charity benefit. All proceeds benefit local portland charity.

 

18x24 gouache $350

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Hyogo NOAH Challenger 2015

2015.11.08 preliminary final day

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I just like saying that....over and over

Carlos Beltran de los Juke Box Racket, elegancia, clase y entrega a las 6 cuerdas.

Apparently the cuban coffee at the Racket Club is good...

Tennis training camp at Yamanaka-ko lake. This is my new racket.

Bird views from my terrace :)

At Jelutong Tower, Central Catchment Area, Singapore

Explorer's Aviary - Discovery Cove - Orlando, FL

Using cheap chinese Macro converter

Taken for Macro Mondays.

3/8/10: Theme: Contacts

Walking boy in front of the Albert Memorial in London / United Kingdom.

Hyogo NOAH Challenger 2015

2015.11.08 preliminary final day

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Live at Brighton Alternative Jazz Festival, Day 2, The Old Market, Brighton and Hove, 10.09.2016

Had a game of squash today with Elmeri. He totally owned me on the field, but the tempo was rock solid and the sweat was.. well, surfaced.

This particular sport activity is really enjoyable and it really sucks the juices out of you. I'm pretty fast but my racket control is pathetic. I lose because I can't hit the ball with the right technique.

 

Doesn't stop me from smiling and enjoying, though.

This picture was taken at San Jorge Eco-lodges and Botanical Reserves during the Magic Birding and Photo Circuit Tour.

Best photography and Birding tours in Latinamerica!

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Yonex Titanium Pro 30, 2001 - 2011.. Jasamu dikenang.. I will always remember you..

apparently they don't believe in badminton rackets in this country so much. we saw a lot of people playing by hacky-sacking the shuttle-cock/birdie over the net. these guys were hella talented at it, too.

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But then again, so is everything else I do. At some point I guess I have to learn to prioritize. Now my piano/cello teachers won't be hounding on me so much for not practicing... maybe ;)

 

And conveniently, all my friends from JV have either graduated/quit/didn't make the team, so a lot of the attraction of being part of our school's team is... gone.

Although hanging out with the other kids at tryouts, honestly I like them too.

 

I've learned a thing or two from failing. Not so much how to deal with it, but how to prevent it from happening again. This is Not The End for tennis, but I really won't be playing as much as I'd liked.

 

This is not an excuse for playing badly at tryouts, this is a response to the surprise and the sadness and the feeling of failure from not making it.

 

At the same time it's moving on. Realizing what happens when you don't put forth your full effort. Learning how to accept failure especially when I shouldn't fail.

 

It's kind of.. odd. I've always done my best and it's usually been enough. But at the same time I could've done better and I know that. It's kinda scary thinking about what happens when I don't try my best. When you don't throw away all the pressure and the outside thoughts and focus on what you have to do.

 

[This will conveniently turn into college application essays. I hope.]

 

1,2,3 Tiger Tennis

 

There's an interesting tale behind this abandoned station—one that explains its demise!

 

One day during the 1920s, a "salesman" arrived, telling the owners of the station he had a way for them to make money. He wasn't joking—his briefcase held plates for a ten dollar bill. Hoping to improve their circumstances, the owners succumbed.

 

They built a little room in the back of the station for counterfeiting, and the only entrance was through the window you see here; at the time, it was covered with a wooden hatch, so no one knew there was anything beyond it.

 

The little scheme went well enough for a time, but finally, one of the owners was arrested. His ID of course led police back to the gas station, where a police search revealed the plates. The man went to jail, and the little station was closed—forever, can you believe it?

Photos by Niahlah Hope'15 (Office of Public Affairs/Amherst College)

 

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