Nervously waiting to start performing at this year’s Lip Synch show.
(the curtains had accidentally opened a little, catching him by surprise)
—Peter.
Once again, they will be the opening performers for their school Lip Synch show (tomorrow).
It’s the last year all three will be together at the same school.
—Peter.
Test shot portraits: the first in harsh artificial light last night; the second in natural light earlier today.
The focus is where I wanted it in the first, but I can’t say that about the second image (it is slightly front-focused). Perhaps I’m out of practice, perhaps my eyesight is starting to fail me, perhaps the rangefinder (or lens) is off.
I have no idea, because this is film.
And that’s the beauty of it.
—Peter.
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever… it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”
―Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale.