Today was fun. We had to stalk cops. Take photos of cops on the round, obviously without them knowing. Have never done anything of the sort, and it was fun... would have been easy, if we didn't stand out so much. Brad, for being white. And me, with red hair and wide hat, and a fancy looking digi cam dangling around my neck.
Well, we got roasted in the really hot Bandra sun all afternoon, but it was superfun. We took turns following the cops, and while one was photographing, the other would follow a bit way off. Our cops, we discovered, don't step out too much. They step out of their stations, to do one of the following tasks:
1. buy paan.
2. buy newspapers.
3. take a bus home.
4. buy wada pav.
5. stop at their local fruit seller and gossip.
6. wave at random passers-by.
And then go back inside. No beat-walk. No checks. Anyway, it wasn't like there weren't any cops. They were just lazy, and chilled out.
Also experimented with pin hole camera. This is what it looks like:
And this is what it took to make them (we made two):
Disaster of the day:
Brad dropped the camera. The new Nikon D40x. When I picked it up and looked, my heart nearly stopped. Glass pieces, splinters. But, only the external filter we'd fixed was broken. Lucky we'd fixed it. The camera is ok.
Persons I missed today -
Karen Mirza of no.w.here.
And Mr. Poopoo.
Quote for the day:
Sex, without love, is an empty gesture. But, as empty gestures go, it is one of the best.
- Woody Allen.
Song for the day:
Promiscuous Girl - Nelly Furtado. Yea.
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