I was in a car with sliding doors, and I pulled one open, and I hung out from it to shoot this. The whole feeling was awesome, like it felt a little scary to be hanging out of a car with nothing but a seatbelt around my arm holding me back, and shooting something behind you while the car is moving forward at 80km/h at that. But hell, it was fun, even if it felt more than a little dangerous.
And this one was shot off the back of a motorcycle, which I rode pillion on and the motorcyclist was like going down so low on the left I thought my knee would scrape the floor.
And this one was shot in the rain.
Human drama unfolds as a cyclist crashes. He was alright, except for a few very raw looking red welts on his knees, elbows and shoulder.
And so the race goes on. As it will for all of us, through the bright times, the curves and bends in the way, the rain, the inevitable crashes. It goes on.