There's a story about a kid that comes to Pan Pacific Park. No one's ever seen him show up, you can only see him if you get there early enough. If you're lucky you catch him on a day he's training. It's almost magical to see him move, like something out of a fantasy or a dream as dawn's first flicker shine off the dew on the baseball fields. Other days you just see him fly by and then he's gone.
Photos by: Michael Todd