A play on dementia

Went to photograph a rehearsal of a play on dementia this evening. When I photograph plays, my brain is usually turned off, or at least works at a very limited capacity as I follow the play with my heart, intuition or feelings (who would know what to call it). And this time I experienced it all while photographing: from laughing (and thinking, yes, I lived through this situation) to the very dark and gloomy feeling that comes towards the end. 

Ahhh... It's Sunday....

My day off ...
So what do you do on your day off?
I started it off with a bit of translation. I am so far behind with it all I have a feeling somebody it 7201 AD built a time travelling machine, just so he could send me back to 491 BC so I could be further behind. No, wait, but that would mean I have got much more time to finish my translations that need to be handed in by December 2014. And you know what that means, don't you? It means I have more time to take photos. So off I go to my (yes, I feel at home there now, so I might just as well call it my) local theatre and take a portrait of an up and coming young director.

After that I put a bunch of talented young actors and a producer in my newly MOT-ed car (oh it is good to have a road worthy car again) and we drove off to the country side (it was Sunday after all), where we met up with one of our mates and spent some quality time together.  

Even though it was Sunday, we could not behave like it was Sunday all day. We headed back to the theatre for some serious rehearsals (and as we learnt how to be proper swines, we might have hung one or two passersby who did not show full cooperation, but that is what the country seems to be teaching us to do).

Late in the evening (well you know, for a day off, late in the evening), when the rehearsals were finished I wanted to take another portrait of Nina, sitting on the stage set up for her performance, and luckily for me she was kind enough to humor me, so here it is.

After all this I had to go home to bed, because guess what, tomorrow is just another working day.

Course of events (or when the title of the show fits real life just perfectly)

On Wednesday I was supposed to go and photograph the dress rehearsal for this show, but in the morning as my alarm went off and I got up, my body had a different idea as to how it wants to spend the day. Following the first couple of steps, the body just crashed to the ground. Just like I was some sort of Icarus or a hot air balloon caught in the midst of a surprise summer storm. After waking up on the floor no less than three (3!) times, I decided I should go back to bed for a bit and then visit my GP. Of course all this meant that I had to tell the good people at the theatre that I can't make it to the dress rehearsal (I am almost 100% that this was the first time I actually didn't go to photograph something that I arranged to go). Luckily they got somebody to step in at such short notice, but it sure left me restless. It was not that it bothered me that I lost a work opportunity (and no, it is not that I am so loaded with dosh that I couldn't care less for it), it really, really bugged me that there was a photo op out there that I am going to miss out on. It is all about the joy of being there, seeing people perform, hearing them, learning something about how other people think, function, how their imagination works that doesn't let me sleep at night (or day). Luckily for me, I felt better soon, so I managed to catch the opening night on Sunday and took just a few photos of the performance - for me, so I could feel relaxed and happy that the show did not elude me, for the performers and all involved in the performance and the theatre to have a small memento of the opening night and for all of you who occasionally take a look at my blog or my photos elsewhere. So, all's well that ends well. 

...and

on old Roland.

I need to

brush up on this thing called love a bit...