What the Dead Know – Captain’s Rest

In a pure weird mood pining for people, and some to have some sort of close connection back.

What a pain.

In other news, I sold my Canon 50mm f0.95 for a good price, which should let me go visit some of my Couchsurfing bods in the States later on in the year (hopefully). Paypal socked me big time for fees, which is pretty crap, but I don’t know why I’m so shocked. If it all goes smoothly then I guess I will not be able to complain.

I almost backed out at the last minute today, after looking over comments and some of the pictures that it produced. I’ll be sad to see it go, but I think that I never really properly owned the lens. I was just a custodian of it, and I’ve had my time, so it’s off to a new home; hopefully one that will appreciate it. It’s kinda funny that a camera made in that part of the world has come full circle to be in my hands, and is now heading back to China to let me finance a trip to America. Such a lot of history and geography behind the one little piece of kit.

Tonight I went to a place that is definitely not my favourite venue in the world, but one which seems to be putting on the best bands in my circles for the past couple of years. My long-time friend, drinking partner and bass player in Closet Organ was playing with his other band – What The Dead Know.

It was fairly odd to be shooting at a gig again, as I’ve not done it ‘properly’ in ages. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the room, as I’ve come to loathe concert ‘photographers’ at small gigs, and hate the idea that I might be one of them. Either way, here’s some of the pictures.


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