During the gig over the weekend I took a few shots of the crowd.
Mostly wanted to see how well I could capture them.
I’m beginning to think that they’re an important part of gig photography.
Also, I think that they show interesting form and shape.
Here’s one of the audience shots I took.
Looking rather passionate, I think.
I hope you enjoy.
There’s a certain joy in making people uncomfortable in very specific situations.
It’s only in very specific situations, but I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with this kind of inflicting of discomfort on people.
Pretty sure I’ve written about this before, but you’re going to get it once more as this is something that happened this morning.
I arrived at where I’ve got to catch the bus to uni in order to catch the bus to uni so I could get to uni.
Of course there were other students there, waiting to get onto the bus.
Wait. The bus had arrived and so we were all getting onto the bus.
I took a seat which was next to one of those people that doesn’t understand that a seat for two people is not a seat for one person. As such, their legs were spread and they were giving themselves space between themselves and the wall, thus taking up a bit more space.
I sat down and, noticing that I wasn’t the whole way on the seat, gently but firmly pushed up against the other passenger. They shifted slightly, but not enough. I was just on the whole of the seat and as the person decided not to got he whole way and take up more space than they needed, I was right up against them.
It was about ten minutes into the bus trip when the person next to me started occasionally shifting which then lead to them leaning as far away as they possibly could, which revealed itself to be quite a bit of distance.
Then soon came the loud sigh, followed by more shifting around to try and make more space, but of course it led only to a minor reprieve until they properly shifted over which lead to better space.
When the bus reached its first stop at uni, the student was getting up and said “excuse me” to me and then tried to push past, but there was no space. Other people were also exiting the bus and there was no room to get up until they themselves were out of the way.
I got up, received my reward of a mean stare from the student and then sat back down when they had moved from the seat.
This is all kind of petty, but I do believe that you really shouldn’t believe that you are more important than other people. People need to be aware of their actions and the world around them and if they choose not to, then they waive the right to be surprised by the consequences of their actions.
I guess if they’re oblivious, then they also waive their right to be surprised, but that goes without saying so I don’t know why I’m saying it. I guess all of this goes without saying, but I digress.
I find it funny to see people get uncomfortable on public transport when they’re faced with having to be in physical contact with someone just because they won’t move over as often they don’t realise that the one thing that will solve the issue is that they just need to shift their whole body, or close their legs. It seems as though they cannot comprehend the possibility that there is a really basic solution to the situation. They’ll get restless and fight it by leaning away, but they won’t do the one thing that will solve the issue.
Well, not for a while at least.
Titled as such due to the water going up the slight incline.
What can I say about this image that is something I haven’t said before about other images?
I think that part of the image appears to be flat, whereas another part appears to have depth.
I like that the whitewater appears to be heavily concentrated and almost looks like its pouring from the rock rather than moving up and down a narrow crevice.
I feel as though the rock fits really well with the ocean in this shot.
I think that that has a lot to do with the darker colouring of the rock.
I hope you enjoy.
I was shooting a gig on Saturday.
I like looking at the space between the stage and the barrier.
I think that it’s interesting as there’s obvious reasons for the barrier’s existence, but it creates something like a disconnect between the performer(s) and the audience from a certain angle.
I think that this photo shows a bit of passion in both the audience and the band.
It was a pretty lively gig, so that should come across in the photo.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s photo challenge for this week.
The theme is “Fences”.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit into the challenge.
You can find the challenges here.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
The low hum of the sound that should be one that is buzzing is getting me in the situation that I am currently in. Well, it’s not, but that is beside the point at the given moment.
There is a low hum. It reaches across the room and among the students, but their talking is making it difficult to hear. That is not necessarily a bad thing. I its just a thing of which I am currently noticing.
All this sound from different sources, and yet there is very little of it. Not that that is a bad thing either. Just another thing to notice.
I can notice that the carpet is patterned in a familiar pattern, but its colour is different, which kind of makes it feel like something I’ve never seen before. Of course this disregards the fact that I’ve been in this room a few times, but I think it’s interesting that it is the colour of the carpet makes it seem like something that is not familiar, pattern-wise.
I think. I’ve noticed, so I don’t know as to what I’m going on about, I think.
This room has rows of seats that fold and unfold, depending on their need. The low hum of the sound continues through the room and around us. It is pleasing, but it is prominent. Perhaps it is a sound that was designed to be pleasing. I don’t think that that is the case, but I do know that the sound is there and it is likely the byproduct of machinery that is operating.
So with all of that being said, there is a room in which I am in. The walls are prominent, the carpet is prominent and I see a desk in a corner for where the lecturer will lecture when they arrive.
I need to go to the bathroom. That is something I should do sooner rather than later, I think.
Sitting here, waiting. Waiting for the time to pass. Noticing the rows of the chairs and how they seem to hover above the ground. They don’t, but the bits that anchor them to the ground are few and far between.
I guess that they’ve been engineered to support as much weight whilst using as little material as possible.
I guess that goes without saying.
I think that soon I should twiddle my thumbs, but if I do that I’m sure that I will get into a rhythm that cannot always be sustained and the, I’m boned, as it were.
Then again, part of my composition involves bones in the body that I call my own and my composition and makeup allows me to appear as a person. That is the shape in which I am forced, but the low hum has no shape, unless we define it as having a certain shape that is the idea of one and not necessarily a physical presence.
And the carpet’s pattern is kind of distracting, now that I think about it.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:59:48
More waffling!
Written at UNSW.
Here’s what appears to be an old place.
A fair bit of the exterior frame is still intact, but the whole structure is quite clearly showing the wear of the effects of time.
Plants are slowly growing around it. Maybe they’ll end up growing enough to consume the structure. It’s doubtful, but maybe it will happen.
I think that the rigidity of the structure is interesting as, in a way it kind of makes the building feel stubborn in its resistance to the elements.
I also think that it shows some nice angularity in the structure.
That, combined with the colours makes for a nice contrast with the vegetation.
It kind of highlights the dichotomy of the human-built and natural environment, as well as how nature is likely to take over an area given enough time.
Still, there’s quite a fair bit of the urban in this particular area.
I’m sharing this photo as part of The Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.
The theme this week is “Weathered or Worn“.
The challenge is hosted by four people and cycles weekly:
Week 1 – Patti
Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya
Week 3 – Amy
Week 4 – Tina
This week is hosted by Leya and next week’s will be hosted by Amy.
I hope you enjoy.
Behold, a view of part of Burwood in the time period often referred to as being the evening.
I think that the scene is pretty… well, not vivid, but apparent… I think…
It’s just a really simple shot. Straightforward framing and a good idea of what the area is like after a certain hour and before another.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s photo challenge for last week.
The theme was “Night”.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit into the challenge.
You can find the challenges here.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
There’s something slightly unpleasant about sitting in a seat with the sun beaming down upon the back of your neck whilst the rest of your body remains refreshingly cooled.
This is not the most pleasant experience that I’ve had, but I’m feeling a bit lazy so it will have to remain as is for the time being.
There was an election yesterday. It was for the state of New South Wales. The voting was conducted and then the votes were counted and at least some of the results are already known, which is amazingly fast, I think.
And so everything keeps on going, people will remain angry about things, life will go on. A hulking shell of what a city should be shall continue to be inhabited and people will get on with their lives.
I will keep sitting here and do what I can to hold the government to task, as, even if the vote went another way, all government should be critiqued, regardless of how much you may or may not support them.
For now, there will be the doing of the cycling within what will be considered a reasonable amount of time. That time of course being within the next thirty minutes, I believe.
It is a nice day for it and it’ll be roughly the same amount of time as it would to just catch public transport to work.
Then again, maybe I’ll instead choose to be lazy and take public transport anyway, as that way I can rest my legs and read a book.
Life is hard. These are really complex decisions and I know not which one I should go for.
Woe is me, woe is me and so on and so forth, blah blah blah, you get the idea.
My neck is still feeling the impact of the sun, if that is anything worth noting.
Out side the sun beams down bright and shiny and upon the earth its light is being cast.
In this area there seems to be a lack of storm activity at the moment and that is something that I’m am neither here, nor there about, as it is just weather.
Guess it means that the clothes can be washed without much issue. That’s always a good thing.
For the time being I get to sit here and beaver away at the words that I am trying to get down on paper of the metaphorical format and I will keep on beavering away!
There’s no real reason to do so, but at least it keeps my hands warm and moving.
But soon I shall reach the limit of my tether and will once more have to retreat and lick the wounds of my fingers, as there is something something and so on and so forth and here is the part where I try to wax poetic but then fail to do so as it would be apparent and there needs to be a little bit more mystery, I think.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:05:59
I was kind of going to write about the state election, but then didn’t.
Then I had nothing.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 