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Raising the Bar


The day was magical. Sunny, with a chill as the sun went down, illuminating the clouds above. Friends and family gathered around the track cheering on their favorite athletes. The calm of the evening only disrupted by the occasional bang at the start of each race. Peace, joy, determination, frustration and disappointment, the mingling of an emotional dance, telling a story of triumph and loses. It was an honor to get to photograph this senior as he glided over the high jump bar and across the finish line for each of his races. The scene gave my body and mind a reset as I sat observing humanity at rest and recharging through the enjoyment of life. It was beautiful.


 

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