They say each hour spent in a bouncing boat is equivalent to downing a few beers. After four hours out, sucking down seawater, you're losing coordination. You're drunk.Read Adam's full account here, and look at his photography on SportsShooter, and on his own Website.
Salt sprays, you spray back with the shutter. Ice rips open your lips, revealing a sick smile. Somehow you've achieved enlightenment. You realize for the first time - this is what goddamn photojournalists do. You feel like a professional for the first time. You suck Antarctica into your lungs.
You feel alive.
Water cannon hits you like a ton of bricks. Everything goes quiet. Adrenaline clears the mind. The world runs in slo-mo. Body switches to autopilot. Step A) plant the feet; step B) aim; step C) fire.
Why Cats? Why Not Cats? - The photographer Julius Motal stumbled upon a “cat night” at a Brooklyn bar. From there, he rode the wave from one cat extravaganza to the next.
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