Damn Bears | Saturday, October 29, 2005 |
No, this isn't a reference to Lost but rather the Bondi Icebergs swimming club (and the really swanky restaurant on the upper levels of the clubhouse). It's still a somewhat oblique reference as the don't really have anything to do with bears, but when we first arrived I frequently got the name wrong.
The second week of my photo course was out at Bondi [gateway to the bears - with apologies Peter Sellers, Balham and the South] largely because our tutor has an exhibition there (and I think she lives nearby so it's less effort than trotting across town to Leichhart). The exhibition was from a recent trip to India with the proceeds being donated to Earthquake relief. Of the sixty-odd pictures I thought perhaps 5 or 6 really stood out - and happily, they were portraits.
The course started at nine, but we got the half-six bus so we could spend some time at the pool then grab a bite before my thing started. It's strange seeing so many obviously drunk/wasted/poisoned people that early in the morning, but this part of town takes its revelling quite seriously. Gillian reckons that every morning she's been out running this week, she's seen someone be sick in the street. Now that's something you don't see in the brochures!
Pool gorgeous, (my) breakfast good (don't ask about Gillians). I suppose we were in the cool (though according to a regular, two degree warmer than usual) water just before 7am, and already the sun was hot.
The picture is from Gillian's wanderings while I was at my course last weekend and the sea I suppose had larger swell (as you can see, it wasn't what you'd call a stormy day). I spent quite some time waiting to capture a similar shot, and the one occasion that might have worked was interupted by a very pregnant woman's belly. I guess timing is everything, and that's something that can't teach you on a course.
The second week of my photo course was out at Bondi [gateway to the bears - with apologies Peter Sellers, Balham and the South] largely because our tutor has an exhibition there (and I think she lives nearby so it's less effort than trotting across town to Leichhart). The exhibition was from a recent trip to India with the proceeds being donated to Earthquake relief. Of the sixty-odd pictures I thought perhaps 5 or 6 really stood out - and happily, they were portraits.
The course started at nine, but we got the half-six bus so we could spend some time at the pool then grab a bite before my thing started. It's strange seeing so many obviously drunk/wasted/poisoned people that early in the morning, but this part of town takes its revelling quite seriously. Gillian reckons that every morning she's been out running this week, she's seen someone be sick in the street. Now that's something you don't see in the brochures!
Pool gorgeous, (my) breakfast good (don't ask about Gillians). I suppose we were in the cool (though according to a regular, two degree warmer than usual) water just before 7am, and already the sun was hot. The picture is from Gillian's wanderings while I was at my course last weekend and the sea I suppose had larger swell (as you can see, it wasn't what you'd call a stormy day). I spent quite some time waiting to capture a similar shot, and the one occasion that might have worked was interupted by a very pregnant woman's belly. I guess timing is everything, and that's something that can't teach you on a course.
