I always played basketball. Starting at age 7 – maybe before. So did all my friends. A cement court with one basket and usually no net was our playground, often until pitch-black darkness. Once a year or so my dad bought us a new net so we could tell for sure whether or not a shot was good. The net lasted until winter, but we lasted a lot longer. We all played in high school, college intramurals, and the sport kept me fit and sane throughout graduate school and training. The winters of my three years in the military in Alaska were highlighted by regular all-out games, and my last shot was an uncontested layup that went in, but cost me an Achilles tendon. Since then I shoot but don’t play.
I think there are a million stories like mine. In my era it was mostly boys, but now girls live the basketball life as well. Robin’s book brings all of that back; I can’t put it down. I continue to follow basketball, and am familiar with almost all of the players and coaches who have added quotes and anecdotes to these pages, all well written and insightful.
But the best are Robin’s pictures, which capture the essence and emotions I was trying to describe above. She is an artist with the camera, and the constant is fabulous pictures of hoops, using multiple photographic styles and techniques. Pictures though fences, winter, blurred players with a ball visible in the air, night shots, reflections and shadows, hoops on trees and barns. Does that cover it? (No) I believe I have played on every single court (about a 100) in her book – at least they all look so familiar. If I haven’t maybe she will give me the GPS coordinates and I will go to those I have missed (all of them) and chuck up a few shots.
Although the pictures as a set tell a story about basketball, each picture is stand-alone great and I would happily display any one of them on a picture wall in my home.
You can tell I like/love the book. Great art – great memories.