Rolling home with 50lbs of groceries on no-man’s-land I was able to frame a peripheral shot.
I got a message from my six year old self today.
I think I remember every ramp.
Shooting some live orthopedic procedures today and I wondered how squeamish I would get around cadaver parts.
The first I saw was a leg. Limp and bloodless it hardly looked real, like some sort of rubber prop. I didn’t feel squeamish because it didn’t seem like much, just a leg, just a body part – a mass of flesh and bone.
At last glance I noticed a tatoo near the ankle and my view changed entirely.
Broadmoor sunrise commute. 4,500 miles traveled 180,000 ft. climbed.