The Empty And Silent Great American Ball Park Is About To Come Back To Life
Editor's note:This story was originally published March 25, 2014. We are re-posting it here in honor of the Reds' Opening Day on March 28, 2019, as the story is as much a fan favorite as the pastime of baseball itself.
In thinking about Great American Ball Park through the winter, photographer Michael E. Keating chose to make photographs in black-and-white, a classic look that conveys a mood.
The ball park is literally a "see" of color, mostly red, but it's extremely important to remember that black and white can be just as subtle as color. It allowed Keating to establish a visual narrative to accompany the essay.
To convey the same mood of WVXU’s Howard Wilkinson’s essay, the use of black and white as a palette and a selective focus lens with little or no depth of field enhanced the graphic composition of the photographs.
Michael E. Keating is a veteran visual journalist who volunteered for this project. He's the author of Cincinnati Shadow & Light, available at local bookstores and online at Amazon. All proceeds from the book go to the in Newport, KY.
Howard Wilkinson's video narration:
For someone who loves the game of baseball, there is no sight quite as sad as a ball park in winter.
Once the last pitch of the last game of last season is thrown, Great American Ball Park sits in utter isolation, through the fall and into the harsh, brutal months of winter, waiting for the resurrection that will surely come each spring.
Outside the ball park, on the now-thawing but often snow-covered grass of Crosley Terrace, are the bronze statues of four Crosley Field immortals – Ted Kluszewski, Ernie Lombardi, Frank Robinson and Joe Nuxhall – standing silently at their positions.
In front of Crosley Terrace, the Joe Morgan statue is frozen mid-stride in a stolen base attempt. Around the corner, in front of the Hall of Fame and Museum, Johnny Bench’s statue comes out of a crouch to throw yet another runner out at second base.
Soon, the crowds of fans dressed in Cincinnati Red will return again.
The children will climb on the statues to pose for photos – photos that they will treasure some day when they are old and gray.
But for now; one can only peer inside for a dim and distant glimpse at the field of play.
Once the gates swing open again, the crowds will fill the 42,271 seats that ring the diamond, from the high-priced seats behind home plate to the upper reaches of the outfield corners and the left-field bleachers.
From the white shroud covering the field to protect the grass underneath to the empty seats lined up like tombstones, it is a dead place without the cheering fans, the team, the barking vendors.
All are empty now, looking out on a diamond where nothing is happening. No home run balls sailing into the right field seats; no dazzling double plays; no runners racing to stretch a single into a double.
But, soon, it will come back to life.
This is Cincinnati. The birthplace of professional baseball. Where the game and the team are ingrained deep in the soul of the city.
It is a time of hope, of high expectations, of love for a game and a team.
It is a holiday. A celebration, in a living, breathing ball park.
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