Remember I’ve been taking photography classes again? Well our final day was last July 13, and tradition called for some bit of competition. We were asked to submit one open space photo and one human activity.
I took eighth for open space and third for human activity.
I remember taking this photo at the public market. I purposely reported for work late because I clearly remember my father saying the market is most alive in the morning. So I put my good shorts and good jeans, made sure my battery is full and my memory card is empty, before I biked my way to our local public market.
At first, people were self-conscious, but our FPPF instructors were right: given the right approach, everyone would love to have their photo taken. Needless to say, I probably took about 300 photos of everyone. When I started reviewing my shots in the computer, Nards the butcher caught my attention.
It’s a living oxymoron: clad with slabs of pork and meat, a big bulky man delicately slides his knife to get the perfect pork chop cut. I gave him a copy of this photo as a thank you.
I had the best time ever in FPPF. I am actually looking forward to the advanced classes. The next one starts on August 24. Sounds near enough to me.
Take a photo. It lasts longer.