When I arrived at work yesterday afternoon, I had one assignment: marching band practice at Southern Miss. As someone who never played in the marching band, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, other than lots of music and possibly some marching.
I unknowingly arrived 45 minutes early, so I sat on an old bench and chatted with a few of the band members as we waited.
I always find the questions people ask me amusing because, more often than not, they think I’m a kid working for the student newspaper. (And I am totally OK with looking young as long as I continue to age slowly and gracefully and be confused for a 30-year-old at 40. Or something like that.) Did I ever play in the marching band? No, but I played the violin. Did I go to school at USM? No, I was an LSU Tiger. How in the world did I move to Hattiesburg after living in Baton Rouge? I got a job. And so on.
The sunshine came out of the clouds right before 3:30, and the band director made a quip about how it was practice time because of that. And then the music began, color guard girls commenced their practice, and so did the baton twirlers.
I was impressed by the sound and skill of everyone, and I spent nearly 45 minutes documenting their practice. I headed back to the office when dark clouds covered the sun and threatened me staying dry.
The following is one of my favorite images of the day:
More images can be found at the Hattiesburg American Web site here.
Happy Friday, y’all!