Let’s go exploring!
I’m always leery whenever I get a phone call from someone asking me to tag along and document their trips. My natural habitat is the studio, where I’m largely a solitary photographer. The problem is, I have an assistant that doesn’t know when to keep his big mouth shut. His favorite thing is to book me for gigs where I have to be gone weeks at a time, while he has the place all to himself and does… whatever he does. I try not to think about it.
But! A job is a job and the bank doesn’t accept “my assistant is a jerk” in lieu of payment, so when the plane tickets showed up on my desk, I just had to roll with it.
It was yet another tropical island in the Caribbean for a wealthy older gentleman who fancied himself as something of an explorer, specialising in tracking down big game. When I had arrived and the introductions were finished, I asked what we would be primarily looking for on the expedition. “Dinosaurs, my boy!”
Look, laugh, but don’t touch