Working on the weekend, involving driving around the region and taking pictures, is one of the most interesting parts of my job. In honour of my forthcoming resignation I thought I’d take a look at a working weekend.
After laying in bed until 8.30am and then interneting for a couple of hours it’s time to get ready!
Food for six hours. I didn’t end up eating the noodles.
Work car given a beautiful blue stripe by a kind stranger.
Running slightly late…and I haven’t even taken any pictures yet.
Nothing like the official opening of a synthetic bowling green.
Squinting all day is a pain.
The good people at VicRoads are wrong. You can easily do 85km on this corner.
The hills are alive with the sound of munching during my 40 minute drive to the next event.
Fuel stop. Thankfully someone else is paying for me to use a V6 engine like it should.
Definitely won’t miss trying to photograph netball. It’s all grunt and no grace.
Woot got a good pic. Sometimes the averageness of the lenses conspires against me.
Take lots of backs, so I can match number to name later on.
On the road again; I can’t wait to get on the road again…Notice I’m going 20km/h below the speed limit for the picture.
The fine art of arriving at the football at half time leading to a 20 minute wait for play to start again.
Holding the camera, while I take a picture of me holding a camera with my phone camera.
A great shot, except it’s out of focus. Tear.
This one worked a little better. All it needs is some cropping.
94.3 and 97.9 Star FM
Free milo back at the office, mmmmmmmmmmm.
Post-weekend work ritual of heading to the supermarket to check for bakery discounts.
Even the street lights are still on.
Check picture instructions for first ANZAC Day event.
Make notes on groups that have laid wreaths to remember war warriors.
It’s so early the sun is hardly up.
They’re packing fruit and vegetable’s for their environmentally sustainable food program. Interesting.
Guess you don’t eat organic veggies ’cause they look pretty.
Punch buggy in front of me.
Punch buggy now behind me.
Eating food out of boot. I know, it’s not my best photo.
Every town seems to have it’s own ANZAC Day commemoration. Thankfully I only have to go to three. It could have been much worse.
Time check. Still nine minutes until the march is meant to start. A chance to ponder the universe and other mysteries.
They started early. I was alert and not alarmed.
I really did yawn before I took photos of myself pretending too.
She closed her eyes, but I took lots. Not much can be done about the babychange room sign. Bad photographer.
Battery 1= flat. Change to battery 2 = flat. Change to battery 3 = flat also. Use phone camera. Win.
ANZAC Day has been covered. Now to process photos.
It takes a long time.
Two days. 200km. Six towns. 12 hours. Done.