Editors Note:

EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Hard Hats, Sore Shoulder

5th Floor Demolition
Never knowing where I'll spend each day is the single biggest reason I still sling a lens. That, and I'm w-a-y too absent-minded to become an astronaut, sell life insurance or orchestrate a tri-state crime spree. But that fractured focus serves me well in an occupation that regards tunnel vision as an artform. Take yesterday for instance. Ater whipping the region into a snowpocalyptic frenzy, the suits demanded I go capture the chaos sparked by our dire predictions. Which is how I soon found myself stalking hardhats six stories above Greensboro. It was Jeff Varner's idea to hone in on the unfortunate louts forced to toil in this alledged snowstorm. I protested at first, reminding my weekly partner that we were unfortunate louts forced to toil in the alledged snowstorm and no flights of fancy were needed for our breathless report. He won, of course. Mere minutes after our dashboard debate, I was chatting up developer Roy Carroll as we all shot slowly upward in a rickety, pitch-black elevator. Once atop the fifth floor, I marveled at how the entire 16 story structure jimmied and shook under the punish of multiple jackhammers. Varner did his best to make it up to me - popping off a couple of snapshot for the blog (a sure-fire shortcut to my narcissistic heart). As for where my tripod is in the above frame - relax, my photog purists. It's standing just off screen, but with the floor joists shimmying with every hammer's strike, it proved just as useless as when it tries to walk on its own accord. Wonder where I'll drag my sticks today?


beth said...

That looks like so much fun... A little scary but fun..

photogguy said...


You guys call that a snowstorm?

Why, that's just an overnight dusting to us from the northern climes.


Widescreen said...

Now I am no one to rain on your party, but could not help noticing how close you were to the edge.

Rope/cable rails? Might slow your decent somewhat as you hang briefly from the edge, but that's about it.

That's the thing about this job, you're always working partially blind! Hope reporter was watching your back, or were they a safe distance from the edge as usual?

Cheers, your friendly OH&S Rep!

Lex said...

Memo straight from Hunter S. Thompson regarding tri-state crime sprees, in case you ever change careers.

"First," I recall him saying in one of his books as he pondered such a mission, "we'll have to be heavily armed."

The fundamentals. There is no substitute.