You see it everywhere. Usually in the early afternoon. Usually men with experienced lives. They come from all walks of life. Some are very competitive… others gather just to be with friends. Some have special cases … others just have a sac. In France, the game is called Petanque or Boules.
And to say it is a popular sport would be understating its popularity. It seems anywhere there is a hard flat dirt surface and a place to sit you’ll find it being played. The object is simple. Someone tosses a little red marker ball 25-30 feet away. And the game is on. Next… a player tosses his/her metal ball at the marker ball…. and the closest ball gets the point. Over and over and over. Back and forth. Forth and back. Someone keeps score of course… but really I believe… in the end, the game is not about the points… or who knocked whose ball away… no…
To me it is the quiet gathering of friends. They talk. They laugh. It is the company they keep that draws them back day after day. Year after year. I love to watch them. It is a deliberate game…. albeit slow as molasses … and I have photographed the “goings on” several times. ” Puis-je prendre votre photo?”… goes a long way to breaking the ice. They have never said…”non”.
Not every photo will be one for the wall. Many photos have their worth in being purely informational. And that is fine. If the photo tells the story that you want it to tell… then you have accomplished your goal. There will be other times when the light is perfect…. their expressions will be wonderful… and the action sublime. That is why I continue to shoot the game of Boules and the friends who play it… every chance I get.