Capturing the mundane to create interesting stories

Don’t Ask Me What Was Happening

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Just don’t…

Because I have no idea what was happening there.

Perhaps some sort of a Japanese-Gothic fashion contest or something similar? :D…

By the way, did you notice something unusual with the guy at 11 O’clock position in this photo? Hehehe…

Side Story:

A busy week and weekend for me, I don’t have the time to shoot outside; so am now post-processing some (rather) old shots.

This one is from my Kansai Trip in March 2011

*Osaka, Japan


8 responses

  1. I like the scenery you shot here. But I can’t see anything special with the 11 O’clock guy. Maybe I’m seing other guy.. my guy has a tripod and is holding a video cam or something like that… am I right?

    May 28, 2011 at 22:28

    • No, that’s not the guy.
      Check second row from the top, fifth person from the left.
      Tell what you see :D

      *Your guy (with tripod-video cam) is, to my definition, at 9 o’clock.

      May 28, 2011 at 22:31

  2. The guy with the mask, bahahah awesone!

    May 29, 2011 at 06:59

    • Bingo! :D…

      May 29, 2011 at 07:40

  3. Om Martos, keren nih Black & Whitenya, kebetulan saya emg suka sama foto Black & White :D

    May 29, 2011 at 18:30

    • Terima kasih… Gampang saja membuat B/W dengan GIMP (dan B/W Script) — gratisan, tapi jelas enggak murahan hahaha…

      Wah, sekarang sudah punya WordPress juga? kool :D…

      May 29, 2011 at 18:45

  4. Whatever was happening, it’s awesome.

    May 30, 2011 at 08:06

    • Out of curiosity, why do you think it’s awesome, Marco?

      May 30, 2011 at 10:12

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