He climbed up and down cliffs, stood under waterfalls and waded miles up creekbeds. Always in search of that perfect photograph.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
TWENTY-ONE
The explorer in his favourite oilskin coat. The way I always pictured him on some cliff top in bush, jungle or Antarctica. His camera to hand and tripod strapped to his back.
He climbed up and down cliffs, stood under waterfalls and waded miles up creekbeds. Always in search of that perfect photograph.
He climbed up and down cliffs, stood under waterfalls and waded miles up creekbeds. Always in search of that perfect photograph.
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And he was good looking...
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