Saturday afternoon, I took a couple of young men out for a senior picture shoot. I don't normally shoot pictures for people, other than my close friends and family, but; these boys wouldn't have had an opportunity to get senior pictures, otherwise, so, off we went.
Our first stop was a railroad trestle that runs over a small creek. The shot I wanted required us to climb down into a gulch and then up onto the beams running under the trestle. I was doing really well, shooting away, when I temporarily forgot that I was standing on a six inch beam, suspended seven feet over a moving water source; I took a small step to my right, to get a better angle on the light, aaaand, I fell. Because, of course I did.
Luckily for me, I am still part monkey and was able to catch myself by hooking my left leg over the beam, while doing a fabulously awesome side twist that allowed me to protect my camera as my right arm slammed into the beam, thus saving myself from the additional embarrassment of tumbling into the creek or the agony of ruining my Canon. Indeed, the worst that I emerged with were a wicked bruise on my left inner thigh, a slightly-less-wicked bruise on the inside of my left knee, a barely noticeable bruise on my right forearm, a scratch on my right wrist and a severely damaged ego. Which, really isn't all that bad when one considers how bad the damage could have been.
The boys fared far worse; I don't think they will ever get the image out of their minds. They may require therapy.
But! I got the shot I wanted. And, really, that is all that matters.
Besides, at this point in my life, I am totally used to holding an ice bag to some random part of my body while popping ibuprofen like candy; it comes with Klutz Territory.