I realised i forgot to post up week 24′s shot. I think the mix of crappy sleep and cafe camping is the cause of this. Why am i cafe camping? I need the scenery to do work.
Anyway, here’s 24 taken from the constant route I trod reluctantly to my neighbourhood cafe.
52.24
It’s an interesting reminder.
Decided to try my hand at something new. I hope you all like it.
52.23
It felt like hope and exuberance, then bitterness and disappointment.
I really couldn’t place the feel.
I needed a break from buildings, and there are only so many building in this backwater…so, here’s my favorite subject – people.
52.22
She’s not being shy, trust me.
The death stare blocked by her sunnies, prevented me from burning to a crisp.
This is a continuation of the sudden need to work on architecture shots.
My editor said she would have known I shot this photo even if she were deaf. Blind. You get the point.
The unique stylistics of each photographer is their brand. What do you guys think?
52.21
This captured the stillness of the morning for me. Somehow.
I figure that my architecture shots need some work.
This will be the first of many.
52.20
That is not a big speck of dust.
It’s a pigeon.
Welcome back. I’m not dead. Yet.I’ll blog about it if I were dead.
Promise.
I’ll find some internet cafe round the corner from Lyres & Halos Pty Ltd just to let all of you know.
In other news, Essays are swallowing up everything and my wander-the-streets sessions are getting incredibly short. 5 mins was all I managed today. But this one is worth a look my editor-in-chief tells me.
52.19
He boarded the bus 2 secs after i took the shot.
I wanna look like him when I’m a hundred.