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Torh's Garbage
Bitter Lady

I don't think she know I was taking a picture of her. She most likely though I was taking a photo of whatever was behind her, because she moved right after I got the shot. I really like the expression on her face and the wrinkles on her forehead.
The Observer

Ok. I'll admit that my last photo wasn't exactly a hit. Neither was it my style. Therefore I hope this one will make up for it.
I didn't speak with him, and I'm not sure if he saw me either. He looks in my direction, but it didn't look like he noticed me. And then the question is; Who is the observer? Me, or him?
Also; I'm thinking of entering the dA street contest, just for the fun of it. I know there are strict rules. But that will only make it more fun.. since it's real and all. :)
Match Ball

Normally I don't do sport. That means; I don't shot it, I don't do it. However, I did do this. Only time will tell if that was a bad move.
Young Punk

I'm tired of my 'personal' blog. So until I get a real photoblog up and running I will be posting some photos here instead. After all, bobycat is starting to get some serious mass of photographers.
About the picture; Bergen, Norway: Met this nice guy when I was out for a walk. Talked about anything and everything. When he was finished talking I asked for a photo and was rewarded with this.
Same speech I wrote when I posted it on dA.