Although I have never rowed, the sport of crew has been in and out of my life since childhood. Growing up in Baltimore, MD (the heart of lacrosse country) no one had ever heard of crew. Nonetheless, my father’s 1938 championship Henley oar was proudly displayed in our living room, its blade inscribed with his school crest and his boat mates’ names.
Years later, I was vaguely aware that the girl I married had been a coxswain in college, and subsequently learned she was one of her college rowing program’s “Founding Mothers”. Our kids also rowed in high school and then college.
I’m really not sure if photographing so many regattas is what stoked my interest in crew, or if shooting regattas is what further stoked my passion for photography. Either way, I have photographed a lot of crew races.