I had the chance to catch up with my partner in crime the other day.
It'd been a while since we'd seen each other and had the chance to go for a shoot, but fortunately our schedules lined up and we were able to catch up. We decided we'd try to get some photos around Redfern and eventually work our way to the city. With a few coffee and beer stops in between.
My day had started on a poor note. Work the night before had ended late and I was running on fumes from the get go. My first coffee of the day was strong but gave me some energy in the reserve tanks to get going. I'd also been excited to wear a new pair of shoes but being the idiot I was, I hadn't worn them in, which would prove terrible later.
It was a very unusually warm winter day, and it made for good walking weather. We met at Redfern Station, just casually exploring the area for a while, getting some shots. I'd never really explored Redfern so it was interesting to check it out.
We made our way towards Central, before stopping for a coffee in Surry Hills and a chat. Basking in the sun we talked for a while before the photo itch came up again and we were on our way. I always enjoy shooting in the city. There's always opportunities around to get some good shots, even if I'd been in the area 100 times before. There's always a steady flow of people milling in and out so it lets you get some fresh scenes.
At this point my feet were killing me. Why'd I wear these shoes today?
From Surry Hills we made our way around Museum and St James, down towards Town Hall. We stopped into a pub to grab a beer and chat a bit more. At this point the sun had started to disappear behind some clouds and the heat from before had all but gone. We sipped the last of our beers before heading out.
People had started to rug up and we slowed our pace to an even more casual speed towards Circular Quay then up to the Rocks. It didn't matter where we went we seemed to be fighting a sea of people enjoying the sights of Sydney.
The beer had started to slow us down a bit too much so we grabbed one last coffee before we parted ways at Wynyard Station. My shooting buddy headed off to work and I'd jumped on the first train home to go rest and recover from the night before.
I arrived home and kicked off my shoes. Instant relief. I grabbed a beer, looked through my work that day and grabbed an early night. At the end of it all, it was a really good day and reaffirmed why I love doing this.
Brendan