I was in the Davisville area yesterday, heading over to setup a new computer for a customer. I usually cut through a park and hit the Beltline trail then hike up a small embankment to get to her place. It’s a short walk and quite scenic. Yesterday I heard a lot of sawing and trees creaking so I looked up and spotted this:
I watched for a few minutes as he hiked his helmet up a bit and then thought “oh hell, the camera”. I lug it around a lot now but forget I have it. I was able to grab a couple of snaps before I realized I was going to be late, otherwise I’d have stood there most of the day watching.
I think I like taking photos of people doing work I could/would never consider doing. I admire them and consider some of my photos an homage to them. No way in hell I’d clamber up a tree, in the winter, cutting off tree branches. I’ve set this photo aside (and a couple companion pieces) to use on the Motion Project. Haven’t figured out how I’m going to deal with it, but you’ll know when you see it.
I found one drawback with my nice Canon camera – it doesn’t geolocate. I relied on it heavily to remind me where I’d taken the photos. I’ve resorted to carrying a small notepad in my pocket to jot down locations. It’s the only way I could save my sanity. Sometimes old school is the only method available.