"look at that..."
14/2/16 08:07![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronze_ribbonsRattle has just published as its Sunday poem "Look at that, you son of a bitch" (the title comes from the late astronaut Edgar Mitchell, who threw a javelin on the moon 45 years and a few days ago).
Meanwhile, I've been training my lens on tennis players in Memphis:
http://tennis-buzz.com/friday-afternoon-at-the-memphis-open-part-1/
https://www.instagram.com/tennisbuzzlive/
And, from the Department of Tennis Can Provide a Metaphor for Anything -- here's a glimpse of partners getting their signals scrambled...
(Oliver Marach of Austria and Fabrice Martin of France)
...and one of Kei Nishikori strrrrrretching (and sliding and squeaking) his way out of trouble (eventually -- between Sam Querrey's unreturnable serves and Kei's tendency to hit wide/long during the first half hour, it was not a good first set for him):
Meanwhile, I've been training my lens on tennis players in Memphis:
http://tennis-buzz.com/friday-afternoon-at-the-memphis-open-part-1/
https://www.instagram.com/tennisbuzzlive/
And, from the Department of Tennis Can Provide a Metaphor for Anything -- here's a glimpse of partners getting their signals scrambled...
(Oliver Marach of Austria and Fabrice Martin of France)
...and one of Kei Nishikori strrrrrretching (and sliding and squeaking) his way out of trouble (eventually -- between Sam Querrey's unreturnable serves and Kei's tendency to hit wide/long during the first half hour, it was not a good first set for him):