Running around like a blue-arsed fly… concrete trowels and flashguns, insulation sheets and CF cards, stanley knives and birthday presents, jigsaws and pony rides, GPOs and raspberries… not a spare minute to scratch myself (thank god for help that travels and seems to have endless patience and enthusiasm for uncomfortable conditions and slow progress).

Still a wonderful weekend full of the grunt work that helps us all be out snapping pictures.

And an opportunity to spend just a short time with a crew from the Torres Strait as they danced and danced and danced… fantastic.

So it is approaching the point where I crawl towards a hot shower and bed… and the KisimP crew wishes happy days and a productive and exciting near future for all the shooters and scribblers and painters and singers and dancers and welders out there… where ever ‘there’ is.

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