What am I, some kind of sports photographer? No, I’ll stick to my perfectly framed porta-potties and self-portraits. For one evening, it was fun to pretend.

Truthfully, just for this one shot.

As play ended, the group gathered for the obligatory group photo. I was there, squatting down as long as my legs could hold me. After the mandatory number of snaps, the group dispersed.

I followed my now-husband, walking towards the middle of the pitch as the floodlights turned into studio lights.

Click.

But this is no studio. No planned photo shoot. Just the product of good timing and the relentless need to keep shooting.

Taken on 28 November, 2015 in Riffa, Bahrain.

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🪟 Probably Nothing is an every-so-often photo log where each issue features one small moment that was… well, probably nothing. Think morning light on a coffee maker, or the way a cloud decides to be dramatic on an otherwise unremarkable day.