Ride with me as I try and make sense of it all

Starting mid January, 2010, I will attempt to share with those who care to know, what it is that 'floats my boat'-'blows my hair back' and how i deal with the ups and the disappointments of it all. From my perspective as a middle-aged, divorced, now re-married father of two gorgeous girls, photographer and skeptic, living now, after 48 years in a foreign land.

Friday, October 29, 2010

So you think you've got what it takes to be a pro shooter!?

So, i get the call-he's from Pennsylvania-the company has these huge vacuum trucks that suck up any old shite, from toxic spills to slime at the bottom of a reservoir. They're doing a big clean up job on the roof of an embassy building here in the city. He wants a pic of his truck on site. No problem-oh yeah he forgot to tell me-it's at night, and I have no control of the way the truck is parked. Bloody thing is backed into a corner, up against a hedge with zero lighting going on-I have to use a 17mm lens to get it all in the frame, and crouch in a hedge with the tripod rammed up against a pole, and a stick in my ass. Oh, and by the way says the foreman on the site-you've gotta do it quick-you'll be in the way. F'k-here goes another day in the life of a rock star.
 Here's the scene as it looked when i arrived.

....and almost an hour later...
35 minutes later, and the lighting is all set up-i get ready to take the shot-the bastard gets in the cab and moves the friggin truck 2 yards forward. He refuses to give me 3 minutes to do the shot-i must start all over again. 15 minutes later, I get the shot-client reckons i'm a genius-I reckon that's why they pay me the big benjamins-oh yeah, right-did this for peanuts!

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