Haven’t done an actual race for a while for reasons I could probably explain, but not without feeling a disturbance in the force, so let’s just say I’m a bit ‘disenchanted’ with events in general at the moment, and leave it as a story for another day. Or never.
Rightio, so every year I go along to the Australian Geographic Nature Photographer of the Year finalist exhibition at the SA Museum and think “fuck, how cool would it be to get a finalist?” And most years I enter a few pics with hopeless optimism and get the ‘tough titties your photos are shitty’ email reply. And that’s OK. These competitions suck anyway. You know, unless you actually get a finalist. Then they suck a lot less.
After the shit show that was the club’s 2,500 word email reaction to my review of last year’s awards, I’ve decided to mix it up a bit this year and do the review a bit differently. Including releasing it before the actual awards.
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