The Gravity of Picture Taking

Coffee, three aspirins, a hot shower, and I’m still stoved up and one hurting unit. It is no surprise that I tumbled down a minor incline, bounced into a cement retaining wall, and came to rest against a steel pole cemented in place.

Initially, this knocked the wind out of me.  All I could really do was relax and go where gravity insisted. Such are the adventures of a newsman in the pursuit of that perfect picture for an upcoming article.

Here’s the funny thing, as in odd, I had made it forty feet up the embankment using the deer trails that crisscross the hillside. I sat in the limb of a thorn-bush tree for nearly three hours, and using the same path to go down, I found a patch of loose earth and rock that slipped right out from under me.

My left wrist and middle finger on that hand are strained and swollen. Both of my ankles feel as if twisted. Aside from minor scrapes, I have a bruise that aligns perfectly with my spine. It runs from the base of my neck to below my shoulder blade. And I know I hit the back of my head, but I cannot find a bump or sore spot, so go figure.

But, damn, I got the picture I needed.