Long overdue this one. It’s a strange combination of nothing happening the last couple of weeks, and still so much to talk about from the wedding last month. And also I just didn’t really feel like writing, which happens. More days than not to be honest.
I was pretty happy Emma went first on the “I do’s”. Not because I didn’t want to go first, but because she said “I will”, which was the grammatically correct response to the question asked by the celebrant. Which made me realise I would have said “I do”, and that would have been weird. Prime example on how we compliment each other!
I started adding watermarks to my pictures last week. It still feels a bit pretentious. As if my pictures are so awesome everybody is trying to steal them, and as if people don’t know how to crop if they would. But on the other hand, it’s also a way of branding a product. Even though I don’t really consider my photographs to be products. Maybe it just feels nice to make something and then put your name on it.
The turbines had been running for a couple of minutes already by now. As I walked out of the hangar, and onto Rotorvation’s apron, I noticed a ground crew member giving the pilot a thumbs up, and then walk away. Sweet! I was convinced I got out there just in time to finally get some shots of the WA Police SA365N “Dauphin” in flight. I stood there patiently waiting for the pilot to run through his endless checklists (apparently the Dauphin has some pretty long ones) before he could take her up into the hover. Continue reading “Don’t Yell At Your Co-Pilot”
“PNR?! What the hell does PNR mean?” I grab the scribble paper that has been left on my desk. I make a quick estimation of questions that could be wrong. If I submit now, that’ll be a 70-75% grade. Dammit, I wanted to do better this time. Still, if I submit now, provided I’m not oblivious to other questions I answered wrong, that should be enough to pass. Barely though… Continue reading “Acronyms And Abbreviations”
Although I’ve been to France many times over the past 10 years, I’ve actually never been to Paris. Yet when the chance presented itself to remedy this, joining Rogier and Fabian to spend two nights there on their way back to Holland, I reclined the offer. To most traveller’s horror I assume.
The last couple of days, the hashtag I used as a title has been uttered more than once. It started as a little joke by Fabian to get some likes on his Instagram, and has since slowly taken over as a running joke during this trip.
By the time the shutter closed for the second time, a broad-shouldered officer from the Dutch military police stood squarely in front of my camera. “Good morning sir, what are you photographing?” He didn’t surprise me. I was actually a bit surprised I managed to take two shots before he got out of his vehicle.
Continue reading “City Walking”
The wind is beating us, carrying a mechanical voice with it, coming from the beach, but we can’t make out what he is saying. Continue reading “Waiting, Waiting, Waiting…”