Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Saturday, June 18, 2005
New photos!


Alright, this batch is expected to be disappointing. 10 shots got wiped out due to a malfunctioning lens pin in the 35mm, and in a hurry to finish the film, many of the last few shots were of rubbish.

Turns out only 20 photos were developed. Of those, 10 were of satisfactory quality, the rest? Let's assume they never happened. =)


I found this moth resting on one of my walls. Such luck.


Once upon a time, I was from NYJC. That for your information is NYJC's collar pin.

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Well folks, that is just the appetizer. The main aim of this shoot was to capture photos of subjects, as oppposed to the scenery shoot the previous 2 times. Enjoy.


From a distance, we can barely make out a silhouette. As we get closer, the figure appears ever so familiar. Once again, we encounter the tall figure of the endearing Pumpkin King. Jack Skellington.

What are you up to this day?


Jack bows to his distinguished guest,"What do I have in mind?"

He jumps onto the stage and with a bony grin, he whispers. "It's show time."


Silence fills the air as the grand master prepares his mind for the piece. Silence, until bone meets ivory. Then out comes the lonely requiem.


The keys go down and notes resound. Black and white hands move from black and white keys.
The audience remain silent. Without pause, and fingers a blur, he is unaware of the world.


Note after note, the mournful reprise fills the halls. "What ails thee?" One asks.

With a monsterous wave of his hand, he concludes his piece, amidst thunderous applause.


The musician is done, and he takes a well-deserved rest, taking time to give the audience a little grin.
"Thank you, thank you!" He says.


But his gaze seems aloof. It is not the audience he address. He is after all, the lonely pumpkin king.


But even the Pumpkin King has a human side.


Gavin pondered @ 19:30


Under the layers of dust