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I have an obsession with basketball hoops. I can’t help but notice them, everywhere. They seems so sad and lonely out there in the cold winter weather. Like toys left out in the yard. They also seem proud, like a monument or pillar. An Egyptian obelisk dedicated to the god of sport, standing grand and dignified in the vacant, bleak landscape. Maybe it’s the typologist in me, but I can’t help but stop and shoot them, organize them, study them.

I’m a big sports guy, and basketball is my least favorite of them all. The NBA anyway. College hoops are sick. March madness babyyyyyyyyyy…