A photo appeared on Facebook this week of me. I’m sitting in the middle of the road, one leg thrown out to the side, the foot up and rooted to the ground. The other leg was bent and positioned beneath me in such a manner that it was holding me steady as I leaned forward, camera trained on a band of marchers moving rapidly in my direction.
Photographers … you never know what odd contortions you’ll see them doing next in order to get that one shot.
I’ve dropped down flat on my stomach in the middle of a road.
I’ve huddled in the weeds.
I’ve sat, one leg out in either direction, my back hunched over at an almost 90 degree angle.
I’ve stood on one leg, balanced on tractor tires and truck beds, stood on top of cars and crawled underneath them too.
I’ve been upside down, up 20 feet in the air, and down in the muck.
And I’m not the only one.
A wedding photographer friend recently related the tale of holding in a scream as a giant spider climbed up his arm just as he was about to snap the money shot during an engagement shoot. You can’t really blame the spider. He wasn’t expecting to find a lens in the middle of a bunch of shrubs. Sometimes you just do what it is you have to do.
And you provide endless entertainment to the masses.
When you plop your belly flat on the grass to snatch a photo of the bottom of someone’s boot.
When you lie on your side across the curb to shoot the wheels of the tractor as they go by.
When you dare to see life a little bit differently…
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