Ever pondered how photographers living in the most isolated city in the world cope? What do they do when it’s a slow news day? How do they maintain their click addiction?
Last month presented plenty of fodder for budding and professional photographers alike as Fremantle hosted the biennial FotoFreo Festival. The city was festooned with photographs, no café or restaurant wall was safe, every inch covered in black/white and coloured images.
So you can imagine my surprise when I spied this trio of shutterbugs during the FotoFreo Opening Night at the Fremantle Arts Centre.
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Naturally I pondered …
- High noon … doo doo wah wah wah … was it a shutter off? Should the rest of we mere mortals run and hide behind closed doors to avoid being collateral damage?
- Would they fall to the floor one by one in a domino effect as each of their batteries ran out?
- One thing was clear, for the next four weeks the streets wouldn’t be safe for anyone with even the slightest phobic tendancies when a lense is pointed in their general direction.
- Nowhere to hide there was only one thing left to do … point a camera in their direction, take the shot, then run off desperately trying to blend into the crowd when they seem none pleased at having the tables turned on them. I think I may have to move overseas and assume a new identity.
