A bit late getting this in. Had to cheat the time stamp. Apologies.
I attended a small gathering out at my friend Ian's place Saturday night. You may recall Ian's backyard from this post, in which I announced the whole Phoctober concept in the first place.
Campfire, cocoa (regular or spicy, each homemade), cider, s'mores: there was a general sugar overload among all the participants. It was a perfect night for a fire, crisp and legitimately cool enough that it felt purposeful, even necessary as we perched on our wooden stumps in the darkness. Micah, who drew my "maht-in-the-moon" logo for the banner atop this page, doodled a rather sinister jack o'lantern which I have a feeling you'll be seeing before Phoctober is through. There was plenty of laughter and conversation, and it was a nice counter to some of the lengthy rehearsals I've been in lately. Those are frequently frustrating right now.
At Saturday's frust-fest, we were sort of forced to perform scenes in front of an audience at the retirement home where we rehearse. The scene which myself and my scene partner had to do begins with my entering and handing her some water, which is followed by gazing moonily into one another's eyes and then an intimate kiss. As I handed her the water and leaned in for the kiss, a woman in the audience cried out "He's tall!". It went downhill from there, if you can believe that.
So the gathering at Ian's was a good opportunity to relax and just enjoy the company of friends, to clear my head.
Just in time for a marathon rehearsal on Sunday to go and recloud it for me. Less than two weeks until we open, so one way or another the truly agonizing parts end soon...
I've never tried to photograph a fire before. It was fun to try. Fun right up until I found myself leaning closer and closer in order to try to get a shot of the wriggling embers at the bottom of the pit, and the heat was so intense I had to pull back for fear of igniting.
Sometimes, I should be tethered by a leash to something immovable, to prevent me from seriously hurting myself.
Ian prodding the fire. Not nearly as crazy dangerous as it looks.
Putting it out at the end of the evening...
All Phoctober posts from this site.
Absolute Vanilla frolics in Franschhoek, Part 2.
Taffiny and birds, part 2. Birds now 30% more disturbing!
Matthew really ups the ante for shooting leaves.
Gayé hits the pub, falls in love.
Sameera with verse and hand-drawn art.
It isn't too late to join the fun. Just do a photo post, mention Phoctober, and come and tell me about it in the comments.