DREW WILEY
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After awhile everything needs to become second-nature, spontaneous. There's nothing quite like hacking your way up some sixty degree ice
wall with a huge pack, being miserably out of breath, and right at the top spotting something spectacular to photograph. Seems I've done that successfully quite a few times, and come back with shots taken in horrific conditions. I've even taking perfect crisp 8x10 shots in wind so severe that I had to use my own body as ballast, lying on the ice, to keep the whole damn rig from blowing away, including a huge maple tripod. But t's when, by all reasonable standards, the shot should be a no brainer that I tend to screw up. Or maybe those are just "senior moments". If so, I've been absent-minded most of my life. Or maybe, as they say, when your number is up, your number is up; like when I free-climbed twenty-two running waterfalls in a single day when I was sixteen, then broke my arm and end up with a bunch of
stitches to due to tripping over someone in a basketball game that evening!
wall with a huge pack, being miserably out of breath, and right at the top spotting something spectacular to photograph. Seems I've done that successfully quite a few times, and come back with shots taken in horrific conditions. I've even taking perfect crisp 8x10 shots in wind so severe that I had to use my own body as ballast, lying on the ice, to keep the whole damn rig from blowing away, including a huge maple tripod. But t's when, by all reasonable standards, the shot should be a no brainer that I tend to screw up. Or maybe those are just "senior moments". If so, I've been absent-minded most of my life. Or maybe, as they say, when your number is up, your number is up; like when I free-climbed twenty-two running waterfalls in a single day when I was sixteen, then broke my arm and end up with a bunch of
stitches to due to tripping over someone in a basketball game that evening!