“How are you love? I don’t know your face do I?”
“No I’m new, only been living here for a year”
She looked like her face had been carved out of blazing red Australian soil and left to dry in the sun during the longest drought in history. Eyeing me closely, her face perhaps no more than a foot from mine, her breath smelled of tea and chocolate crackles. Mrs H as she is affectionately known, was born in this town over 80 years ago, and will die in this town.
“Oh well no wonder. Wanna cuppa? You with him then?” she continued, pointing at D. Boss._
“Yes just started a couple of weeks ago. Still learni….”
“Ethel!! Wait wait!! Those sausage rolls are for later … don’t put them out now!”
No sooner had she established who I was attached to that her mind and eye wondered onto more important things … like the sausage rolls and their rightful and proper appearance at such an important event.
Hence was my baptism of “Group photos – senior citizens – 50th anniversary reunion”
I watched facinated as D.Boss, who has been at this job for almost 30 years, gently maneuvered the ladies into position for a group photo. Either he was on some really good valium, or he’s learned the hard way that the only way to deal with this situation is to stay calm … very calm … very very calm.
I clicked away at a few people, mostly to look like I was actually working, all the while watching as he eventually herded them into place. A few shots later and it was all over. I casually mentioned that this was almost as bad as a wedding.
It’s worse!! Much worse!!! He grinned._
I like my new boss.
He must have a lot of confidence in me because next weekend, he’s away. So, after only a few hours of practical out there in the big wide world of sports/journalist photography I’m on my own … with his camera that has more settings than a Boeing 747 and weighs just as much.
Wish me luck fellow shooters … I’m terrifed!!!!!