Altona
Friday was as perfect a day as a work day can be. Friday is the perfect day to get out. It’s POETS day – although pissing off early doesn’t apply when you’re self employed.
Altona is an old fashioned sort of a suburb. A suburb that always seem a little trapped in the 60s or 70s and the way things were. A place where a bloke could come home to a meat and two vege tea and then tinker with his FJ Holden until 'The Sullivan's' came on the telly. 'A little bit' because it’s moving up. It’s not as 'up' and yuppie as Willy or as trendy as Yarraville. It’s still nice – a bit staid and very normal.
So whereas in Yarraville no-one took a blind bit of notice of me and my comical video-ing, in Altona eyes followed me and two women chatted while gazing at my antics. An old fellow looked quite perturbed – perhaps he thought I was a Russian spy [Soviet era]. But whatever I could feel I was firmly in the strange person category.
When I place my camera in a street and walk away from it, I have this fear of turning around to see it being snapped up by some tattoo-ed youth and chucked in his backpack as he hightails it off into the beyond. Funnily, it has never been disturbed. I walked up and down Pier Street looking for suitable places to set the camera up. The other issue is - I’m apprehensive about being too intrusive on others. People are more sensitive. It’s a Catch 22. After about an hour I felt I'd run out of ideas or I'd overstayed my welcome and I headed up to the Civic Centre.
Altona
Friday was as perfect a day as a work day can be. Friday is the perfect day to get out. It’s POETS day – although pissing off early doesn’t apply when you’re self employed.
Altona is an old fashioned sort of a suburb. A suburb that always seem a little trapped in the 60s or 70s and the way things were. A place where a bloke could come home to a meat and two vege tea and then tinker with his FJ Holden until 'The Sullivan's' came on the telly. 'A little bit' because it’s moving up. It’s not as 'up' and yuppie as Willy or as trendy as Yarraville. It’s still nice – a bit staid and very normal.
So whereas in Yarraville no-one took a blind bit of notice of me and my comical video-ing, in Altona eyes followed me and two women chatted while gazing at my antics. An old fellow looked quite perturbed – perhaps he thought I was a Russian spy [Soviet era]. But whatever I could feel I was firmly in the strange person category.
When I place my camera in a street and walk away from it, I have this fear of turning around to see it being snapped up by some tattoo-ed youth and chucked in his backpack as he hightails it off into the beyond. Funnily, it has never been disturbed. I walked up and down Pier Street looking for suitable places to set the camera up. The other issue is - I’m apprehensive about being too intrusive on others. People are more sensitive. It’s a Catch 22. After about an hour I felt I'd run out of ideas or I'd overstayed my welcome and I headed up to the Civic Centre.