Another cuppa
A fine cuppa
I’m always
trying to expand my photographic skill set. I have come to the conclusion that
god, gods, or whatever deity or mischief maker controls our fate, does not want
me to be a landscape photographer. I plan trips, check the times of sunset and
sunrise only to be presented with clouds, gloom, rain, murky days that could
adorn a Black Sabbath album cover but not the hyper-real, wow, it’s good to be
alive inspirational type image I plan. Then again, the gloom fits my demeanor. My
soul is black, what’s left of it, and judging by the books I read, the music I
listen to, and the occasional television programme I may consume, I’m pretty much
not Baby Shark. Unless of course Baby Shark grows up and slices Quint in two.
Hut, just before I got soaked. The door was locked so I couldn't take refuge
I’ve been
dabbling with other image making endeavors. I never considered food photography
until quite recently and while I haven’t managed to pull my finder out and take
a well-composed image of a meal, as can be attested by the piss-poor cup of coffee
featured, I have been watching plenty of videos and the process is fascinating
and quite scary. That beautifully cooked chicken, succulent burger or ice-cold
beer isn’t what you think it is
I mention
the coffee only because looking back at my photos from the European Continental
Cup, the most popular image seems to be of a friend holding a cup of coffee.
Admittedly, it looks to be a fine cuppa. So, I’m thinking of shifting my focus.
Food photography it is. If anyone wants me at MEC they can find me behind the
Fat Hippo van taking the perfect burger photo. Or just stuffing my face.
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