I use to dream. It took so many years to see my dreams as realities, and I don't have the time for dreams anymore.
One reason I was successful at playing basketball was because I made the game my own. I played it how I wanted to play it. Once I learned the fundamentals, I was able to manipulate the game. I gained IQ and learned how to manipulate opponents. I learned to be deceptive, I learned to make defenders puppets.
"...I've never played a game and didn't get doubled on any level!"
I love taking pics of things, people and views. Here are a collection of random shots. I'll be adding to this post daily. Oh...I'm fascinated by clouds
After having lunch in Chinatown at my favorite place Panera Bread (you have to try their green iced tea), I strolled through Chinatown on my way to a meeting. Their was a band on the corner playing some of today's best R&B songs. I love music and I'm sure we all do. But I also love photography. This scene had a collection of so many different people, styles and looks, I had no choice but to pull my "camera phone" (I don't own a real camera, LOL) out and start to shoot and give you all the views through my phone lens. I love shooting in black and white, because it gives photos a storiy feel. Enjoy the pics!
Preparing for this upcoming winter for the League of Girls, a platform I created along with my team pictured, we like to choose nice restaurants with a good happy hour where we can let our personalities create energetic productions.
Today we chose Agua 301 @ Capital Yards. A mexican spot with a nice happy hour crowd with good food and drink specials. Also a wonderful view overlooking the new Anacostia. As you can see South East is about that yacht life!
Just a few pics from the show. Had a really good time. Thanks to Big Lonnie, Spoon and Drake for the love! #BeyondVIP 💪😁🤘
On a usual Wednesday evening, at a time when most children and early adolescents are frozen in front of a computer, cellular phone or television, a small group or non-assuming warriors gather for training. The unmistakable decrescendo of multiple basketballs echoing off of the walls of the Friendly High School gym, combined with the high pitch squeak of dozens of rubber shoe soles pivoting sharply across the hardwood flooring create a form of music only truly loved and affectionately recognizable to those who have ever laced up a pair of high tops in hopes of athletic perfection.