Javier, Joe, Joseph
We hired the infamous Prado, the one with tires made of glad wrap, for ten days. Each day I set up the tripod exactly six paces from the middle of the bumper. Focus point was set one notch lower than the centre and fixed on the Toyota emblem. The idea being to keep everything as controlled as possible to accentuate the change in surroundings, if our beard growth became more evident in the process then no harm done. ( :
Click to view slideshow.“Ten days? I see but eight!” I hear you exclaim, a little pretentiously I might add. Well my astute, make believe companion, the first day I gave the shot a miss. Being almost delirious with exhaustion from the flight (I refer you to the post I made during this period) AND having been almost arrested in the immigration office of Dar es Salaam for taking some, not so sly, documentary style photos, I couldn’t be bothered to set up the shot.
Incidentally, as a self diagnosed dyslexic, Dar es Salaam is not a fun name to fill out on a visa form, although it does lend itself to some ironically fitting word play. Not the cleanliest city in the world. I did take a shot the second day but I didn’t have the system down yet, six paces and so on, and what’s more, we had yet to pick my brother up from Mt Kilimanjaro, so it was just me and dad. It’s a nice photo but something big and scary is missing. Repetition is a cheap trick and I plan to use it.
