Archive for August, 2005



Number Bummer

Last night I dreamt that somebody asked me for my mobile number, and I couldn’t remember it. I think it was the Natalie from Wang Films who called last night, except this time she was in person. She was standing right next to me, on my left, although she was all burry and […]

Sleeping Lady

Another attempt at taking a photo of somebody.  This is a bit better than the sleeping girl.  I had an empty carriage then.  This time the train was filled.  I had to talk myself into it.  I’m glad I did.  She actually half woke, saw me looking at her.  I got scared, looked out the […]

The Call

Still with the 50mm f1.4 lens on the Nikon FE, I took this really to get the lady talking on the phone.  It’s more of a frustrated zoom shot without a zoom lens.  I was aware of the pattern of the building but didn’t think I liked it enough to scan the photo for uploading.  […]

Malcolm

My second f1.4 shallow DOF portrait attempt.  Better this time.  Malcolm, being an actor, instinctively struck a smile for the camera.  Not a bad smile actually.  The shallow DOF works well to create the colours at the back.  Not bad, except I wish that white dot wasn’t there.  Perhaps a wider lens with a nicer […]

Dad

This is my first portrait.  I had just purchased the Nikon FE from ebay.  $250AUD for the body and three lenses.  The stock 50mm f1.4 AIS, and a couple of zoom lenses.  I thought I’d try a shallow depth of field photo by setting it to f1.4, and this is the result.  I was a […]

Nazi Schnitzel

Last night I dreamt I was hanging with a mate (can’t remember who), just sitting around and chewing the fat.  Then suddenly I heard singing.  It was a Nine Inch Nail song.  Might’ve been Head Like A Hole.  I was pretty annoyed at the racket, so I went to investigate where it was coming from.  […]

Nirvana

Last night I dreamt I was a roadie for Nirvana.  Yes, Kurt Cobain was alive in the dream.  They had a drummer named Yogi, and he was a crap drummer.  Actually I thought he was pretty good, but Kurt saw me tapping my fingers on the table to the radio one day and said, “Hey, […]