Spent yesterday processing polo photos, and when I was done I turned to my media collection for some light relief. One of my recent downloads was a movie called “Jack Reacher”, starring the diminutive man with a weird belief system, Tom Cruise.

Watched the first couple of minutes and it looked interesting, but it was a bad copy, probably a cam from a cinema; so I headed off to the web to see when the DVD would be released so I could download an illegal copy go to the shops and purchase the disk.

Finally got round to processing the polo shots I took during a brief visit to a tournament whilst in a fevered state. Some were quite pleasing to my eye, although I have no memory of taking them.

Yesterday passed in the usual blizzard of domestic chores; but I did manage to squeeze in an hour or so on the keyboard in order to produce another post for my fledgling M43 Info site.

Having embarked upon the enterprise, I am rather unsure of what to do with it. With little initial thought, I imagined a site crammed with almost daily witty news and updates on the M43 world, something that would attract a wide following and earn mega-dollars from advertising links. What I have instead, so far, is a few reviews and nothing else. I really must get stuck in and try and develop something; but not today because I am busy.

Ten years ago today, I made my way to the upper level of Starbucks on Beach Road to meet a young lady for a coffee.

In those ancient days, Facebook did not exist; but there were other social sites where people could post photos of themselves with a bit of personal info. One of these was called, as far as I can remember, Facepic; and I chanced upon a photo of a rather cute looking girl. With my usual suave style, I asked “how about a coffee?”, and her acquiescence led to our meeting in Starbucks.

In my previous life I managed to survive for thirty two years without receiving any training. Part of my yearly evaluation report required the completion of a small box defined as “development training needs”. My boss would always put “none”. This was partly because I had no discernible skills that could be built upon by any form of training; but also because I told him I didn’t want any; and it was easier for him to write “none” than argue with me.

My petty enthusiasms do have a habit of rubbing off on people; usually to the detriment of their wallets. I make no apologies for this, serves people right for listening to me.

My most successful conversions over the past few years have been in convincing people as to the merits of the Micro Four Thirds system. It’s an easy sell because they are bloody brilliant little cameras, and I stopped counting after I had convinced fifteen lucky souls to see the light and travel light.

But there have been failures, most recently with one of my readers known as “The Lightweight”. He had been hanging around a fifty page thread on another forum where gearheads spent a lot of time wanking on about how wonderful their full-frame cameras were, and almost no time at all posting photos from these cameras; an always suspicious trend. There was also much misinformation being posted about Micro Four Thirds; so I felt I had to wade in and give him some facts. So it was pleasing when he eventually announced his decision, he was to purchase an E-M5.

Another satisfied customer I thought and added him to my list of converts; and then un-added him when he changed his posting name to “The Heavyweight” after admitting he had gone for a Nikon D600. I can’t personally see the attraction of oily sensors, and after having seen an E-M5/D600 comparison here I am even less convinced; but good luck to him and I look forward to going for a shoot with him soon.

Meantime, Kevin came to visit and as we sat and compared kit, he did wonder about the merits of something smaller for his vacation shooting. I was tired from my recent failed conversion of The Heavyweight so didn’t push anything, and anyway Kevin is a professional wedding photographer and needs to flash big gear to justify his fees. Even so, after we had finished our Ancient City shoot, I decided to send him an image to look at.

I chose this, not because it was anything special, but because I knew that Kevin had taken a similar shot and so could compare with the output from his full frame Nikon:

When I found myself with a spare couple of hours in Bangkok yesterday afternoon, the only sensible choice seemed to be to check out the Bukruk Street Art Festival.

I started my journey outside the Bangkok Arts Centre where a wall and some columns had already been the subject of attention: