QATAR Too Far

Friday was a recovery day on account of being in Canberra for a good part of the week assisting on photo shoots. The newly formed sole trading firm of "Minas Aroney" was engaged to assist a Fin Review photographer to capture some of the most powerful people in Australia, including, but not limited to Barnaby Joyce, Julia Gillard (lovely in person), Malcolm Turdballs (his arrogance is as big as his bank balance) and Mark Arbib (good soccer skills).

Save for some more shooting in the afternoon with my photojournalism subject, Saturday didn't really amount to much.

Sunday started with the usual photo class followed by a field trip to the annual Fifties Fair at the Rose Seidler house in Wahroonga. Very photogenic indeed. Given i was umming and ahhing in the morning about going, I thoroughly enjoyed myself and definitely got my money's worth in terms of photo content. I just hope my shots are better than the other students when we do show 'n tell in class next weekend (there's a bit of friendly rivalry going on).

I just turned down a short term IT contract in Qatar so i bloody hope i get some paid PHOTOGRAPHY work soon.

see ya,
Minas.

Much Ado about Nothing

Hey Gang;

The PVR is on the fritz meaning i can no longer fall asleep during the footy and hope to watch it the next day. May not be much to you, but i love my Friday night footy...on Saturday. All this meant that i had to turn to other means to keep me burning the midnight candle. Thankfully nothing harder than coffee was required.

Saturday and Sunday were both sensational weather days. Hopefully we've seen the last of winter. A short trip into Chinatown for some fruit and veg, but i honestly can't remember much else.

On Sunday night Mum took us out to dinner in little Portugal (Petersham). When something is done well, simple things can turn into melt in your mouth moments. Portuguese BBQ chicken in Petersham is one of them.

see ya,
Minas.

When the Ordinary becomes Extraordinary

Hey Gang;

Last week the Leichhardt council was running a photo competition. I spent the week riding around trying to find some interesting & unusual vantage points within the council boundary, but to no avail.
A common theme in photography is to steer clear of well known landmarks unless you have a very original and unique take on them (as they are very familiar and thus might not stand out). But, a cracking sunset rolled through on Friday afternoon and i ended up capturing a well known steeple in our suburb. You can see it here: The Annandale Steeple

On Saturday night The Lovely Samantha "just didn't see" the black car in front of her and turned our car into a poster child for the efficacy of crumple zones. Thankfully that's the only drama, no injuries. On a positive note, at least we're getting some return on the years of investing in our insurance company's future.

Sunday was photojournalism class again. My photo essay, while getting increasingly interesting, is starting to stray away from pure photojournalism (which dictates fly on the wall style. No staging of events). I need to steer it back in the right direction in the coming weeks.

see ya,
Minas.

Deadlines

It's Wednesday and this was supposed to be written on Monday. I wonder if i should be continuing my fixation with a career in the newspapers with that kind of attitude to deadlines. Would "sorry" cut it? Sorry.

This week I made some sales clerk's yearly target with a new camera purchase. I spent Friday afternoon with the new kit continuing my photo essay on the interesting local character i mentioned last week. Among other things he volunteers at food mission in Newtown which is where we shot. Home to the footy.

Saturday was a big day for our wee family. Our little man (who prefers to be regarded as a big boy, not a baby) made the giant leap from cot to bed. He still shits his pants, but one thing at a time. A word of warning Damo - he'll be asking me for the car to take Zali to the movies in no time at all.

Sunday was pretty quiet. I showcased my latest shots in photojournalism class. Another guy is doing a night series on the Kings Cross strip from the voyeuristic viewpoint of a drive by passenger - very cool (and stupidly dangerous). We hold our breath each Sunday morning hoping he hasn't been set upon by bouncers or pimps.

Day #68 of my water series:

see ya,
Minas.