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\nSometimes following a different path home after work is it’s own reward. Other times, you stumble on cool photo opportunities like this one. I call it “Reason #572 that I’d make a lousy soldier.”<\/p>\n
\nSometimes following a different path home after work is it’s own reward. Other times, you stumble on cool photo opportunities like this one. I call it “Reason #572 that I’d make a lousy soldier.”<\/p>\n
If I was the guy on the rope, I’d be frozen just about there, trying to decide if it was a better idea to claw and scrabble my way back up the wall or if I should spend the next several weeks continuing to inch my way down.<\/p>\n
If I was the guy on the roof, I’d be throwing up all over the guy on the rope.
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\nI’m not fond of heights. I’ve got no problem with tall buildings or planes or anything that’s nicely enclosed, like a cable car or a scenic overlook on a mountainside. But, just as an example, if I stand on a chair and look up at the ceiling, I get this disturbing sense of vertigo. Ditto for lying on my stomach on a rooftop with my head and shoulders sticking over the precipitous drop. Situations like that, I feel like wherever my head is pointed, my body is going to follow.<\/p>\n
I suppose it’s something I’d get accustomed to with exposure, but I’ve really got no great incentive to practice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes following a different path home after work is it’s own reward. Other times, you stumble on cool photo opportunities like this one. I call it “Reason #572 that I’d make a lousy soldier.” If I was the guy on … Continue reading