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.