Why rugby? part II

There's the beauty of the sport.

I will be the first to admit that I don't thrill at the contact, bodies crashing to the ground. This doesn't do anything for me.
BUT these moments can be beautiful once you freeze them in a photo.

The players, themselves, are young and fit and confident. At any age.
They are proud of their fitness, their health; it radiates from them.

Golden autumn colors, flying above the pitch for the lineout

Consider the drama of the sport

Massive tackle taking down several players

And the superhuman feats.

Knee braced, cold, wet and muddy in the rain, fighting against the tackle

The private moments that we aren't supposed to see

(lineout exposure, changing shirts)

And finally, the joy of the moment

Soaking wet in the late autumn rain, but winners none the less.

The players play the game just once.
Processing the pictures, I play the game again and again.
And only pass on the good parts.

Then I share it and the players can see what they only felt when they were playing.
And they can share that moment with the others and with their friends and family.
So I'm just a little bit of glue that connects a never-to-be-repeated event to ... forever.
That's worth doing, isn't it?