It’s like she’d lost something. Once calm, now manically looking through her bag. She sat at the bus stop, in one of those glass undercover ones that faced the houses and not the road. I’ve never understood them. I always imagine that I’ll be sitting in one, facing a tall white fence, and my bus will speed past and I’ll be left completely unaware. I’d complain to my friends how PTV is always so unreliable and how annoying it is when buses don’t even turn up. She sat next to me, obviously frustrated that she’d lost something important. She groaned and breathed a heavy sigh and she got up and grabbed her unzipped bag and walked back in the direction in which she came.

There have been countless times during this course where I’ve been instructed to take the camera and a tripod out and film something. This task never really appeals to me because I end up shooting the typical symmetrical building shot on campus somewhere, but when Monaliza and I went out, we really took the time to watch people and not just a “nice” shot, which we are used to doing.

We found ourselves watching these two (assuming) homeless men. We were too far to hear what they were saying, but one of the men was yelling and was creating large movements with his arms as he was pacing around another man sitting who looked as though he was in another world.

This class has really changed the way I view this specific task, and I ended up really enjoying it. Neither Monaliza nor I are very confident with the camera, but I took the daunting task of control of it and the results are below.