NIKON D70 - 1/320 sec, f8 at 70mm
I just don't understand dancing at all. I understand jiggling your body to the music, pretending to be on stage, in the privacy of your own home when no one else is looking, but going out to a "club" and dancing with and in front of other people that I plain don't get.
Gisborne Boys High School had a so-called "dance troupe" called limbs or linkz or legz or some other suitable name that these prancing groups are called. It (the troupe) was made up of slightly pre and post-pubescent boys. The school was forced to watch one of their dance routines at an assembly one day and up until then I had never witnessed anything so silly as that before in my life (actually I had, the loser that was my father had spent the previous 13 years showing me the epitome of stupidity, but thats by the by). There was lots of pointing and running and skipping around on stage. There was lots of bending over with wide circular arm movements all to one of Elton John's slow songs, the name of which escapes me now. It's called interpretive dance apparently, but I just think it's pants.
If you need proof that dance is stupid. Next time you see dancing on TV, turn the volume down so that you can't hear the music and then watch them. There. Proved. You name one other thing that looks more stupid.
Scott Adams reckons he can teach me to dance and not look like a dick. I tried out his advice and I can confirm that I actually looked like a spastic freak from the late fifties jiggling away.
The photo is of typical Auckland weather. We were standing in sweltering heat catching a good dose of melanomas and over in the middle of the harbor were those clouds. It would have been a better shot with a longer lens, but I was already standing in the sea holding my camera. Trying to swap lenses at that point would have been a bad thing to attempt.