I’m not dead.
I have just been a very busy girl.
And I survived Xmas completely unscathed. Not a bruise to my body or ego anywhere to be found. All I can say is…”Thank God that crap is over for another year”
I wish that I could say that I have been busy with photography stuff, but I don’t want to lie to anyone……..not even myself. I have been busy meeting new people and this, combined with work and family/friend commitments in the lead-up to this ridiculous Xmas thingy has kept me busier than I have ever been.
But I caught up with a friend today who wanted me to take some new photos of him. The last ones I took of him apparently destroyed his happily celibate, single life and he was wanting to get a few new ones to see what effect they might have. Bloody camera adores him. Once the new photos hit Tinder the poor bastard is going to be swamped with offers of love, lust and devotion, which he is totally going to love.
It was while we were wandering around the streets of my marvellous Melbourne on what was a truly glorious Boxing Day that we came upon an unusual ‘busker’. An older man with a sound system, a lot of enthusiasm and quite possibly a hell of a lot of repressed sexual tension.
He danced for me.
He danced for my camera.
He danced for the money.
He’s not dead yet, either.