I started photographing the game of cricket in New York City as a kind of exercise in the exotic. The game was utterly foreign, yet widely played in the outer boroughs by mostly Pakistanis, Indians and West Indians; it was fascinating to watch and because it took so long to play a game, and everybody dressed so nicely, I thought it made a perfect camera subject.

I soon fell in with Australian and British expats whose ideas of nightly entertainment were nearly my own, only more so. Rather than let me come out and watch a few of their “friendly” matches, they insisted I play. So at an age when most men would rather whack small balls down fairways than swing at larger ones, nearly as hard, bounced at them with real force, I did my best to learn to play.

England vs. West Indies Test Match, April 1994

Getty Cricket Ground

Trinidad Cricket

My Cricket Book