Don’t get coconut. (Taken with instagram)
… how things changed.
Am going to do something I havn’t done in a long time. Go out in to the night and photograph, life.
Last February, the English photographer Giles Duley stepped on a land mine in Afghanistan while covering an American infantry patrol.
Via the New York Times:
“I remember looking up and seeing bits of me and my clothes in the tree, which I knew wasn’t a good sign,” he said. “I saw my left arm. It was just obviously shredded to pieces, and smoldering. I couldn’t feel my legs, so straightaway and from what I could see in the tree, I figured they were gone.”
Mr. Duley had become, in that flash, a triple amputee. Now he risked swiftly bleeding to death. He recalled uttering a single word: “bollocks.”
As the American soldiers he had been walking with rushed toward him and began tightening the tourniquets that would save his life, a fuller line of thought took flight. Rather than tally what was missing, Mr. Duley counted what remained.
“I thought, ‘Right hand? Eyes?’ ” — he realized that all of these were intact — “and I thought, ‘I can work.’”
CJ Chivers, The New York Times. Bomb Took 3 Limbs but not Photographer’s Can-Do Spirit.
(via theomartins)
oh man oh man! I’m on the quest of piecing back my media collection and I found this! I made this GIF file back when myspace was the place to be.
