Youth

I live in a little valley beneath the local high school track, where each May youngsters from area schools gather to compete in hurdles, sprints, relays and field events.  Their physiques vary widely: Some are small and awkward as colts, having barely encountered puberty; others appear to have come neatly through that hormonal tumult and landed in the bodies of young adults.  All are beautiful in a way they will not fully appreciate until it is irretrievably gone.

So again this year, I grabbed my camera and headed up to the meet to bear witness:  to feel the excitement of competition,  the elegance of earnest effort and the poignant poetry of youth in full bloom, as yet undiminished by time.

 

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4 comments

  1. slukwago · · Reply

    Thank you for this post. I appreciate the youth as you do – “All are beautiful in a way they will not fully appreciate until it is irretrievably gone.” I particularly like the photo “friends”

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    1. Thank you, Rafiki!

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      1. Sempre que posso aqui no Rio de Janeiro participo de competições semelhantes aessas.

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        1. Maravilhoso! Obrigado por ler e comentar.

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