I was on location last week where a cherry picker was needed to get the right shot. After negotiating with parties, I was able to have one on set a 7am. Just in time for the wind to pick up.
When I was taking this photograph, I was confronted with excitement and dread all at once. The bitter cold and early morning wind reminded me of the natural forces that dominate the planet and the thought of this 57ft cherry picker being me only salvation was conflicting. I knew in my mind that I would eventually be on the ground again but my heart knew that this object was no match for the natural forces around me.
As you can see, fact prevailed and fiction was left for the weary.