Anxiety. If you are you human you know it. It comes in many forms. There’s the deadly serious anxiety of life and death. I’ll call that a 10 on the anxiety meter. Then there’s the “not enough money to pay the bills” anxiety. A clear 6 1/2 to 8 on the meter depending on your level of medication and/or level of comfort with identity theft as a concept. Then there’s the “do I have enough change for my latte?” anxiety. On the surface this appears to be a 1 to 2 on the meter, but depending on the level of addiction, for some this can clearly go a lot higher.
Then there’s the “the sky is on fire, right here, right now, but its in the wrong direction and I can’t find anything to shoot!” anxiety. Once again this can appear a little deceiving on the meter. To most this looks like a minor inconvenience, somwhere in the 2 to 3 range. But one must factor in a couple of things to make this fair to a given individual:
- The length of time between decent images for this poor guy (lets face it, this is a very tough situation).
- How much time, effort and money it took to get him in this position (this includes time spent on GoogleEarth etc.).
- How good his competitiors did at the same location.
- The overall beauty of the place - this is like the “degree of difficulty” in diving competitions; it’s a multiplier. The anxiety meter numbers rise exponentially with increased expectations.
- The shooter’s medication level - self inflicted or otherwise.
And so it’s relatively easy to see how a measly 2 to 3 on the anxiety meter can turn into a full blown panic attack, complete with the frantic “tripod over the head” scrambling. Been there, done that. This is what happened in today’s image. I couldn’t find an actual image amid the wonderland of boulders as I ran in frenetic shin bruising circles searching for anything at all.
So in desperation, I turned to all that was left; the cliche of cliches, the silhouette. As the sky turned its best colors, there I was, admiring the intracacies of the boojum contrasted angainst the sunset all the while huffing rapidly into my handy paper bag I carry for just these situations.