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Harpoon
Ok, first off I'm going to lay it all out on the line, I am NOT a runner, nor do I claim to be one in any way shape or form, OK?
Ah, I feel better.... =)
Last night (Saturday night) I did something I haven't done in a VERY long time.
Run.
I was on a late assignment for the newspaper. A fire had broken out about 11pm and I went to shoot it. The street the burning house was on had been blocked off by the fire police so I had to put my car in an illegal spot (it's OK, I'm "press" remember) and make my way three quarters of a mile up the street to get to where the fire was.
I did this, very well in fact, with a 8+ pound digital camera and zoom lens in one hand, cell phone in the other, in steel toed hiking boots, heavy winter coat, and did I mention it was only 15 degrees???
I was barely winded from the jog.
Less than a year ago I was on life-support, inches from death.
Oh, and I had to run BACK to the car after shooting the fire, and I was dashing and jumping all over the place in deep snow around the burning house trying to get shots of what was going on.
I had a blast, I was in my "element" and I was loving every minute because I know how bad I got and there was no way I could have done what I did a year ago.
There are a few little burn marks in my jacket which still reeks of smoke from when a water line burst through the roof of the house sending hot cinders, water, and debris in all directions behind the house where the fire was, and where I was standing lick a nut because I am one.
Wasn't as cool as shooting INSIDE a burning house, that one's hard to top, but it was just as cool for other reasons, mainly because I could do it without straining myself at all or hacking for the next half hour or more.
Oh yeah, and I got great shots too! =)
Ah, I feel better.... =)
Last night (Saturday night) I did something I haven't done in a VERY long time.
Run.
I was on a late assignment for the newspaper. A fire had broken out about 11pm and I went to shoot it. The street the burning house was on had been blocked off by the fire police so I had to put my car in an illegal spot (it's OK, I'm "press" remember) and make my way three quarters of a mile up the street to get to where the fire was.
I did this, very well in fact, with a 8+ pound digital camera and zoom lens in one hand, cell phone in the other, in steel toed hiking boots, heavy winter coat, and did I mention it was only 15 degrees???
I was barely winded from the jog.
Less than a year ago I was on life-support, inches from death.
Oh, and I had to run BACK to the car after shooting the fire, and I was dashing and jumping all over the place in deep snow around the burning house trying to get shots of what was going on.
I had a blast, I was in my "element" and I was loving every minute because I know how bad I got and there was no way I could have done what I did a year ago.
There are a few little burn marks in my jacket which still reeks of smoke from when a water line burst through the roof of the house sending hot cinders, water, and debris in all directions behind the house where the fire was, and where I was standing lick a nut because I am one.
Wasn't as cool as shooting INSIDE a burning house, that one's hard to top, but it was just as cool for other reasons, mainly because I could do it without straining myself at all or hacking for the next half hour or more.
Oh yeah, and I got great shots too! =)