If one can’t find the right cliffs, or the right model to do the climbing, there’s always hope. The “cliff” is made from the leftovers clinging to the inside of a glass after drinking a breakfast smoothie of whipped fruits and vegetables. The “climber” is my favorite model (my wife) whom I photographed seated on a chair in my studio. I had a choice with the aircraft: I could spend months learning to fly a biplane and trigger the camera with a remote control as I flew by; or, I could do what I love best: haunt the local second-hand toy store. Adulthood seems too far a stretch. I never want to grow up.
