I grew up playing baseball. Whether it was on an organized team or at the lot down the street I pretty much played daily. I was ten and remember walking with my buddy who lived across the street to the mall to see Field of Dreams. Twenty-five years later I made the seven hour round trip from Chicago to Dyersville, Iowa to visit the movie site and watch the ghost player game. I had never been there and didn’t really know what to expect. I had one photo in mind, get them coming out of the corn. Besides that, it was whatever was presented to me. The whole experience didn’t disappoint. Before the ghost player game fathers and sons played catch in the outfield, a constant kids’ pickup game happened on the infield, people explored the corn, and families enjoyed their pilgrimage. There was no don’t do this or don’t go there. There was no admission cost. It was hundreds of people and nothing but happiness. The ghost player game was basically the players pulling fifteen kids from the audience, letting each one bat, and making up new rules as they went along. There’s an announcer and a few players are miked up all telling stories and jokes throughout while interacting with the audience. Look at the smiles on the kids’ faces. It might just be heaven after all. My first child, a son, will be born in a few months and I can’t wait to bring him in a few years. A link to all photos taken can be found at the end of the post.
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That is the best depiction of the Field of Dreams Ghost Player event I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot.
AWESOME!
Great photos, Daniel. You and your camera captured the magic that is this little piece of heaven in Iowa. I’m going to include a link to this post on my website so others can feel the magic also. 🙂
Awesome, Daniel!!! I was the Ghost Player that was the pitcher in this comedy routine. You have some fantastic pictures that I would love to have.
What would it take to get you to send me a copy of a few of the pictures that you took? Please let me know.
God bless you for your heart for the Field of Dreams and what it stands for.
These pictures capture the moments! Fantastic photography. Very proud of my hometown.
I was there exactly a year ago on the same weekend with two ballplaying friends and it was worth every mile we drove to get there from Winnipeg, Manitoba. Along the way we saw games in Minneapolis and Milwaukee, but the Field of Dreams was certainly the highlight. The Ghost Players were fun, but having the opportunity to play catch on the field with my friends was the best time for me.