Day Forty Eight - Mark

I wandered into uni at 10am this morning for what I thought was a normal E-media class, but we were asked to help Leigh Hobba set up some installations in the Gallery downstairs. You wouldn't believe how spatially and logically impaired these middle-aged artists can be. I was working with one middle-aged woman mounting a shelf and also measuring out and hanging some picture frames. I'm a little carpentry challenged myself but at least i can work out half of 14cm without thinking about it for 30 seconds. Yeah. Really.

Anyway this is Mark, a good friend of mine and always there when I need any sort of media assistance. Dave and I used to fondly call him Dad, as he'd often be the one organising things on shoots and making contact with clients and people involved. He's great.

Sometimes I wish my 50mm was autofocus. This was basically just walk up to Mark and fire off a couple of shots hoping one is usable. All ambient lighting from random downlights spotted throughout the gallery space. I haven't had heaps of time for photography the past week. My head's been full and focused on getting the DVD done by tomorrow, uni and my new job. I'm quite excited for this weekend. Bring on Melbourne.

Day Forty Seven - Lattés in Shiny Land

I consume at least one or two of these every day so it seemed fitting that, lacking any other inspiration, I take a photo of one.

I'd like to do a decent-lit version of this at some point. This one's dull and boring. Salamanca is Shiny Land. Shiny rich people eat there and drink lattés with their poodles and chiwawas sitting in their handbags.

Nikon D200
50mm f1.8 at f2

Speaking of rich people, I hate bluetooth headsets. They're one of my many pet peeves. I suppose because it seems no different to the crazy inhabitants of Hobart who stroll around aimlessly, chatting to themselves and harassing people. Until you see the stupid flashing blue light attached to their ear, you're led to believe they're just a well dressed homeless person who has noone to talk to but themself. Of these homeless people who intrigue me are Moggy and The Bag Lady, neither of whom are well dressed, nor have I had the pleasure to photograph either of them. The only reason I carry my camera everywhere with me is in the hope of running in to her again. Actually not really, but it's definitely one of the reasons! She's pretty amazing. So is Moggy for that matter. I love Hobart's freaks.

Bluetooth savvy man in the rain. Obviously important enough and expecting that many calls that it would inconvenience him a little too much to use his hand to hold his phone to his ear. Having a cord dangling from your ear is pretty comfortable anyways.