Dentists and photographers...

The heat broke!!!
And with the heat, me
Had this awful day.
Have to finish up sites, but dont have the info to make them.
The only thing I get, after days and days of asking info, is the dead-line August 22.
Screw them! I am not planning to spend my holidays making sites when I get the info too late.
So I went for a motorride.

And after the motorride, the dentist.
Got in and met this gorgeous dentist guy. Clearly new. All the other times I ended up with nice women. I guess they asked their chief to have finally a guy in the team.
The junior of the crew. So, I was the victim in this case.
My god, a tiny little hole in my teeth, that was the verdict.
I was wondering what would happen. The hole was so tiny he had to ask another dentist to locate it My plan was to say: thank you anyway, but Ill come another time, since you dont find it. But the other dentist located it, and I was screwed He had to fix it now.
He spent ONE HOUR fixing this little hole. (Imagine this hole was bigger, I would still have been there)( I almost fell asleep on his couch, slowly thinking I would stay the night in this cabinet)
Every tool he could use was used, and although there was no mirror to check, I am convinced I have the best fixed teeth in the world.
There has to be a masterpiece in my mouth now, that knows its equal in a Brancusi.
And one masterpiece richer I went home.

Settling in front of the television, watching this documentary on Nachtwey, the war-photographer. Everybody interested in photography should see this one.
On the one hand there is the reality, on the other hand the result in pictures.
The photographer that makes the decision, every picture he makes.
Nachtwey is the most important war photographer of these days. He makes extraordinary pictures, that in a way are romantic although they are on such a cruel subject.
When you hear him speak, you hear a sad man. A man that saw the most cruel things in this world.
I remember the first time I saw this documentary, I made the decision I never wanted to become as sad as him, so I would never become a war photographer.
And Yasser was right when said to me at a certain point: youll never become a good photographer. If this meant I would never become a good war photographer, no problem.
For me, its not worth it.
What Nachtwey learns me is the desire to make a good picture.
The way he looks at things, the details. He catches them with a lense.
When you see his pictures, you are stopped, your mind has to make a stop to think it over.
Nachtwey explains that certain pictures are only taken because of a certain situation.
That the camera gives a voice, the people need.
Nachtwey is willing to give that.
How he keeps on going, nobody knows
But surely you saw some pics of him that made you think for a sec.
If you doubt this, google him.
If you have a spare night: rent the documentary!