Seems obvious that war photographers are by far those that sustain the most frequent and severe injuries among us. The work that they do is unparalleled in terms of risk and exposure. That is only confirmed with the frequency, particularly these conflicted days, that the media brings to light stories on wounded or missing journalists. I applaud everyone that makes that work happen day in and day out.
Though not in that realm myself, I’ve always considered myself lucky for the very few ‘penalties’ I’ve received from the work and lifestyle I pursue. And this despite the fact that I’ve never been good at believing without attempting. You look at mountain bikers, skiers, ultra runners, climbers and almost any athlete chasing a dream and see some of the worst things imaginable done to the human body (and I’m not talking steroids). It’s amazing that with all the shooters out there hanging off cliffs, standing near hurtling objects and general following Capa’s advice that there aren’t more incidents. Working in this arena has always left me cautious but yet rarely hesitant to dive into whatever’s at hand.
That was all questioned this week with the latest handy work on my knee. There’s not much I don’t consider when putting together an image but the examples below are perhaps evidence that we all need to take stock of risk sometimes. Get insurance, build your savings and eat your spinach.
Now.
On assignment for European magazines at Selkirk Mtn Lodge, BC, Canada (with four days left).
Leeches after multiple days in Taman Negra National Park, Malaysia.
