52.46 Made complete.

I have been agonising over the title for this shot. It holds some elusive meaning for me that I can not verbalise. The lack of symmetry associated with this style of shots, the imbalance of light and the noticeable tilt of the shot trumpets the many mistakes.

Yet somehow it feels right to me. Not perfection, but a sense of completion in the overall feel.

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“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination.
Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale,by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.“

- Anais Nin

52.45 Four-legged hug.

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“She moves like she don’t care
Smooth as silk, cool as air
Ooh, it makes you wanna cry“

- Blondie, Maria

52.44 Spins madly on.

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“Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on“

- The Weepies, World Spins Madly On

52.43 Mid-swing.

Sometimes you get only one shot at a picture. No re-dos, no second take. Luck of the draw. Right place right time. Bla bla bla.

I thought this would make an exciting photo. A fire engine mid-swing at a junction travelling at 60km/h.

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“The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.”

- Charles Du Bos

52.42 Drawing in the dark.

In the past months I have moved from darker styled photos to brighter “cheerier” photos. It’s nice to know that I haven’t lost my touch with the darker stuff despite the new learning journey. This is one of the more common dark/light pictures but I like the soft spread of the light.

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“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.”

- Og Mandino

52.41 Hostility in the wind.

The winds were whipping up in Adelaide and the rainy gloom clouds (not gloomy rain clouds) were making everyone scowl. But it felt like they were scowling at the me and the camera in my hands.

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Alright, we won’t shoot the messenger, but the photographer has to die.