Portraits of Water Polo Athletes

Last summer, on the first day of school break, we let our son do exactly what we wanted. He played video games for 23 hours straight and grazed on Apple Jacks. On the second day, we changed our tune. “You have to come up with a plan, or we’ll do it for you.” He didn’t like that suggestion, not one bit. Twelve hours later, he unveiled his plan. “I’m playing water polo.” Incoming high school freshmen were invited to train with the team. And that’s precisely what they did. They trained five days a week, several hours a day, to various states of exhaustion. Our son fell in love with the camaraderie and physical discipline of it all. Toward the end of the season, I offered free portrait photography for the girl’s and boy’s teams. Many of them took me up on my offer, including my son, with some prodding. The photos were conceived as a black and white collection, but I’ve left two in color because they just look better that way. Click thumbs to view larger images. Enjoy.

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Kevin Neilson is a professional photographer and creative visual artist in the San Francisco Bay Area. Kevin provides headshot, family, brand, lifestyle, landscape, and senior portrait photography services to individuals and families in California and Utah and to businesses worldwide. He specializes in candid realism that captures the warmth and authenticity of his subjects. His clients include authors, executives, models, doctors, speakers, lawyers, families, agencies, and Fortune 50 companies. When Kevin’s not working, he’s spending time with his family or backpacking in the High Sierras. He has a black belt in Cormac McCarthy. For testimonials, please visit my Yelp and Google business listings.

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