2 days of profile photo shoot have been completed successfully. 85 people stood in front of my camera, and took on 2 different poses, with and without jacket. It was the tightest shooting schedule I have ever worked with, especially in the morning on both days, I had people literally queuing up every 5 minutes, just to make sure my hands will not stop, and we can churn through the list before noon. We managed that thanks to the help of the office secretary and other people in those organisations. Continue reading “Profile shoot”
It started to rain at lunch time on Friday. When I hit the street as usual a little after 5pm, it had not not been raining for a while but it was just a matter of time before it came back. If you are new to my blog, you may not know this, but I love shooting in the rain. It just makes such a wonderful environment for photography. Here are a few of the shots I made today.
When the rain became harder, it seems everyone was moving to the rhythm of the rain. People stepping to the same beat, as fast as the rain coming down hard on them.
Cyclists are also passing fast, overtaking a slow-moving pedestrian at tram stop.
Another bike commuter, not quite dressed for the weather.
And here’s one, too, on the other side…
A man crosses the street on the other side.
The light shines through from the other side.
And when the sun shines while the rain is still coming down hard, that is the most beautiful sight.
Melbourne is known for its changing weathers. It is on a very dry continent, but because of the difference in climate between the inland desert and the antarctic cold, people here go through quite a bit of changes through the year. Although we are still under strict water restriction, which means we cannot even justify washing our cars (and REALLY shame on you driving a shiny polished vehicles on the road!), we do get storms from time to time. Yesterday was one of those days.
I chilled out sunny morning making a quick trip to supermarket to top up some grocery and waited for someone to pick up the harddisk I did the data recovery work on. By the time I finished my coffee, brushed my teeth, finally put down Murakami’s ‘Dance Dance Dance’ into the bag and got off the couch, it was early afternoon. I opted for walking to the bus stop and riding into the city, rather than driving to the station for a train. Knowing what the weather change can throw at you here in Melbourne, I had a quick look at the weather website. It has the forecast in 3-hour block for the rest of the day. Next 3 hours show ‘possible storm’. It can happen, or it may not happen – it is all in the possibility. Right… I saw the postman at the mailbox and exchanged hello’s and said to him, ‘You think the rain will come down?’. He said, ‘Nah, not today.’ Was he sure of it, or was he hoping for it? He was cheerful and happy. It is Friday afternoon, after all.
I walked down under the sun to the bus stop. I know I’d miss one bus by a minute, but rather than rushing, I took a slow walk, and when I got to the bus stop and saw no bus in sight, I stood in a shade under a large tree and picked up the Murakami from the bag. I could see the dark cloud in the corner of my limit sight to the sky. My friend just posted a storm front picture on the facebook. And before I put the phone back in my pocket, it started to come down, lightly. The tree had large wide leaves so I was well covered. 5 minutes passed and the rain was large drops, smell of rain in the air. The couple who just took the dogs out for a walk came back to their unit right next to the bus stop. Cars have their wiper waving. By the time the bus got there, the rain was hard enough I waited under the tree until the last minute to avoid getting drenched while walking to the opened door.
I watched the town passing by outside my window. There are people without umbrella (for a city that has as much rainy days as Melbourne, many people somehow choose to walk without umbrella, even when they are in dress or a suit!), running from one shop roof to another, getting drenched in process. When I got to Swanston Street and walked across to the roof of the old Royal Children’s Hospital, the street had river running through it. I grabbed my camera and spread the small umbrella, which might just cover my camera but leaving the rest of me pretty much exposed. I made a few clicks and started to cross the street while looking for an image, when my left foot stepped into a couple of inches of ‘river’ when instantly my leather chakka boot, sock and foot got soaked. Nice…
And a few minutes later, it was all over…
As soon as I saw this large pool of water at intersection right across the pedestrian crossing, I saw that famous image by Henri Cartier-Blesson. His ingenuity is obviously the couple of ring-shaped objects before the man caught in the ‘jump’ moment, but I could see what he saw in this. Trying not to copy or make what he did, yet I could not deny that the only moment that works is when a man makes a jump. An old man came to the other side of the intersection later, but he was too cautious to risk getting his feet wet and made a boring walk-around. On the street, things don’t always happen as you predict.