Trying to get on TV

I just sent an messgae to Campbell Live to try to get on TV. I’ll have 10,000 photos soon and I think that’s a cool story. If you think I should be on TV, tell Campbell Live yourself:…



Bus Trip

Ashley and Sarah asked me to take photos on their birthday bus trip a couple of weeks ago. It was a lot of fun. Camera in one hand, holding on for dear life with the other on the top level of a double decker bus. Good times. I took lots of photos and had a blast. Ashley and Sarah had a great time too.

What should I do for my Birthday?

I’m turning 31 in late January. I trying to decide how to celebrate. One idea I have is to have a big party and invite all of the people in my photos. It could be huge. I’m also thinking about using it to raise money for my old work – The Youth Health Centre.

What do you think? Would you come to my party?

Please leave a comment below.

Sellotape to the Rescue

I managed to break my camera. Not during the hurly-burly of late night photography. No, rather in the calm and stillness of the bus-stop. I had my camera on a short-closed tripod propped up against the bus stop bench. Before I knew it, all of the vertical goodness was gone and I had an abundance of horizontal wrongness. My camera took a knock in the fall and the mode selection knob is a bit lose. Fortunately, the clerk at the local store gave me some Sellotape and I stuck down the knob so that everything works as normal. I’m stuck on full manual mode though. Unless you have another piece of Sellotape. 🙂

The All Blacks win and guys want to wave their penises around.

Occasionally a guy will want to me to take a photo of his penis. Why? I don’t know. It probably happens once a month. I really don’t want to take photos of this type and I try to explain the it is quite cold and they not want photographic evidence of their personal item.

Last night the All Blacks played here in Christchurch and won the game. I had 3 guys wanting to show some phallic pride. One guy was wearing a kilt and pulled it up to reveal all.

Is there a connection between rugby and phallic pride? I can’t say for sure, but I’m sure Freud would have something to say about it.