Out On A Limb
>> Monday, March 15, 2010
Intrepid? Fearless? Foolish?
Don't know. Don't know which adjective works best. Maybe all of them. Twenty meters off the ground.
Out on a slim flexing limb, he reaches for branches filled with fruit to drop to his friends waiting below.
I had seen him out of the corner of my eye as I drove down the new highway out of Vietnam to Ban Lung, Ratanakiri. I continued down the road, looking for a safe place to to do a U-turn to come back and park on the verge.
It is Sunday, school's out and everyone is excited about the three-nation trade fair in town.
It is Sunday, school's out and everyone is excited about the three-nation trade fair in town.
I stop, settle my motorcycle and get my camera out. As I am taking my helmet off, I can see him edging out onto a secondary branch, bouncing it up and down, testing its strength. When I first saw him I did not see his friends--my first pictures don't even show them--they were obscured by bushes they were sitting behind.
Intrepid? Fearless? Unthinking?
Maybe he is more than 20 meters above his friends.
I work to get a picture of him and of the two boys below, though they are at some distance from me and from each other.
That part of me, the photographer, was thinking: "if he falls, he will fall for seconds. Probably cartwheel. His orange shirt clear against the green background."
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