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Odd week. Odd photo.

Strobist info: I played it really safe. SB700 camera left at full power bounced off the ceiling. SB600 camera right at full power bounced off the ceiling. Fired by CLS.

EXIF info: Aperture: f6.3 // Shutter: 1/200 // ISO: 100 // Focal Length: 22mm

BIGGER

A little tip for you all - never, never, never, neverneverNEVER take the plug out before you're clear of the bath.

I only just fought my way out - two more seconds and I would've found out where spiders go.

Strobist info: SB700 camera left at 1/2 power bounced off the ceiling. Snooted SB600 camera left through umbrella at 1/4 power. Fired by CLS.

EXIF info: Aperture: f7.1 // Shutter: 1/200 // ISO: 100 // Focal Length: 18mm

BIGGER

I found this old record in the street. It was all scratched and bent around. I don't know why but this sixth sense, or voice in my head ... or something, told me to bite it. Bite the record it said. So I did. I bit the record.

And all of a sudden choirs of heavenly angels started singing - it was shit so I bit a different bit of it and Metallica (circa Master of Puppets) started playing. Much better.

Dolly Parton appeared (it's one of her records after all) and granted me 3 wishes for freeing her.

I wished for a million pounds, the removal of all crap bands to a distant planet and a new pair of Converse. Oh, and world peace but I lost count and that was my fourth wish so it didn't happen.

Come to think of it, none of my wishes came true, which means either Dolly Parton's apparition is a liar or I made all this up because I took a photo that required some ridiculously stupid and convoluted explanation to make it make sense.

Strobist info: SB700 through softbox high left to front at 1/8 power. SB600 camera left at 1/16 power, flagged to prevent spill onto the wall behind me. Both fired by CLS.

EXIF info: Aperture: f3.2 // Shutter: 1/200 // ISO: 100 // Focal Length: 50mm

BIGGER

This could be either [a] some kind of magicky thing where I can shoot light outta my hands or [b] my arm's fallen off and, as a being of pure energy housed inside a worthlessly inefficient human body, am bleeding light profusely outta my shoulder.

You choose, I'm comfortable either way.

I'm back with another 52 Weeks because I've missed the struggle of coming up with ideas and seeing them through to a finished photo. I enjoy the weekly fight with myself to produce something cool, and while I don't always win I do always learning something. And I've got a lot to learn because really ... I've still only scratched the surface of understanding photography.

And I mean to continue scratching until the surface positively bleeds knowledge into my head ... which is kind of yucky but you know what I mean.

Happy new year everyone - let's make the year 2012 our bitch ...

Strobist info: SB700 to camera right at full power through an umbrella. You won't be surprised to know the SB600 at 1/8 power was handheld. All fired by CLS.

EXIF info: Aperture: f8 // Shutter: 1/100 // ISO: 100 // Focal Length: 28mm

BIGGER

In 3 hours (as of when I'm posting this) it'll be my birthday.

Hidden within this photo are subtle clues pointing to:

[a] My general mood towards yet another birthday
[b] My new age

Here is a song I wrote to 'celebrate':

*ahem ...*

Happy birthday to me,
Now I'm thirty-three.
I'd like to be younger,
But I haven't figured out how to reverse the ageing process yet so I'll have to wait until I've done that which will take a long time because I'm not a scientist or even very clever.

On the bright side - people might give me stuff tomorrow.

PS: I made that hat. I'm very proud of it. It's a fine hat.

Strobist info: SB600 (snooted) through umbrella up high aimed down. Full power. Fired by CLS.

Shutter: 1/200 // Aperture: f5.6 // ISO: 100

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