A long over due post! Nearly two weeks ago I decided to organise a little photo outing. The whole idea seemed pretty lame, a kind of “tumblr becomes reality” thing. Anyway, I was able to lock down a few people who’s work I enjoyed on here and charmed my way onto their facebook friends lists. They don’t call me Smoothnatra for nothing (No one calls me that…yet).

The pack included  Luke ‘Lookin’ Good’ Pownall, the most ravenous Ruskidd, ‘fancy fingers’ Facets, razycray CopThis, ‘electrizzle’ Electorate, DJ Twizzy ‘Good Times’ Tim and yours truly; Eleven ‘Wolfgang Amadeus Mos Zefinite’ the Double One & only. Check out these colourful pixel-faced men, as they take photos worthy of viewing.

Surgeon’s General Warning: Over exposure to images from these photographers may cause orgasmic eye-melting or the searing urge to tear out your eyes from their sockets and the later thrusting of your camera down your throat.

Kodak 200 / Oly
Ilford Delta 400 / MG-1

I have a lot of weird little habits and I suppose, preliminary OCD’s. I’m sure to go through all of them eventually, writing them alongside photo sets and what not. One of the quirkier things is my need to point at any animal I see. Don’t be mistaken, I’m not a weirdo that points at EVERY animal; I’m quite selective. It’s mostly domestic animals like cats or dogs, but it often branches out to possums and on the odd occasion foxes.

I’ve never locked down a real reason as to why I do, or even how it came about. It’s just always been a sort of…reflex. I’m assuming I point to let each and every cat or dog know I can see them. Acknowledging their presence and in turn I assume, in their minds, they acknowledge mine. A mutual respect amongst the animal kingdom. Yeah, that’s probably it.

An interesting day, to say the least. A day of walking up and down streets, laughing obnoxiously loud, bringing back the over-excited ‘fist-pump’, applying layers of paint to walls and eating a dinner-worthy box of fish and chips. The best part about the fish and chips was that we were served like guests at a family dinner. The owner came around and got us plates, offered us some sauce and even cleared our plates when we finished. Food, clearly, is better than painting.

Paranoia, starvation, dehydration and fatigue shared lovingly with fellow felines;

Procella
S-701a
Ruskidd

Worth getting a bit wet.

Kodak 200 / Oly

When you go to a zoo, the differences between the animals and the frantic little kids running around aren’t so different. I went with miss Ggibbings to help babysit. She had to look after 4 kids and 1 big kid, who we all know is me. I often forget how much energy kids have and that day reminded me of the capacity of their imagination and curiosity.

Besides having them lose their hats over the fences and me having to get them, the worst were these two little Cambodian boys we were looking after. People could’ve easily mistaken them for escaped chimps the way they were acting. They chased birds, walked on ahead without halt and knocked on every piece of glass there. At one point they said they were ‘tired’ and I had to carry both of them around. Not long after said ‘fatigue’, they were back at it again, chasing the birds with the cunning and stamina of tiger cubs. Speaking of which, they pretended to be tigers and left my arms looking like scratching poles.

I saw an elephant sniff his own poo and a monkey drink his own pee, maybe kids aren’t so bad.

Kodak 200 / MG-1

Kodak 200 / MG-1

Kodak 200 / MG-1

I nearly lost my glasses today. The only thing giving me the ability of adequate sight and I nearly lost them. I ran from the station on to the bus and the sun was already crawling under the blanket of the horizon. I become as feeble as a deaf bat during this time. I sat down and realised my glasses were not dangling, precariously from my shirt collar. I leaped up like a frightened cat and zoomed out the door to search the ground for my glasses.

Despite my severity, I couldn’t see anything. How do you search for something that is suppose to help you see in the first place? It’s ludicrous. So after giving up and slowly dragging my guilty conscience back to the bus stop, I was at the crossing, when I noticed something on the ground. My glasses, looking broken or deformed..I wasn’t sure; I couldn’t see. I cut off two “how much do you bench, bro?” gentleman and swept up the glasses the style and grace of someone who had just dropped their pocket. I gave them a quick clean and put them back on as not to raise any suspicion.

Anyway, here are some shots I’ve been taking after work when the sun is at it’s glorious.

Fuji 200 / MG-1

Not the best photos ever, but I have a soft spot for my childhood loves. Real life Star Wars and Venom butt fucking Hulk, who’s butt fucking Wolverine, who’s butt fucking Spongebob. Yeah…

Fuji 200 / MG-1