7-27-11 Sometimes You’re The Windshield/Sometimes You’re The Bug

A beautiful day in NYC. Got a short term consulting project (a gig is a gig, right?), my MIL’s lawyers finally seem to have their act together on getting the correct paperwork to the correct people, first tomatillos of the summer are in (it’s salsa making time!), decent news on the family medical front, dinner coming up with Katherine and “the Meat Queen”.

It is time to head to the river.  A football game is in progress on the 103rd Street Riverside Park fields…

and I am walking along shooting and looking for the next good picture when blam! my left leg starts screaming with pain and I am falling towards the concrete, camera in my hand. Instinct takes over and I twist my arm so the forearm hits the ground and not the camera…and I bounce back up to my feet and look around and realize that no one but me saw what happened

What happened you ask?…

Idiot boy was not paying attention to where he was going and walked right into a park bench.

(image by Simon Howden)

The Bug – Dire Straits

I check the camera which luckily is fine. I check my right forearm which is not. One serious bruise/contusion coming up.  Then I look at my shin. Pretty deep cut but not bleeding too much.A quick walk to the river…a bit of a limp but not too bad.  Five minutes of shooting and then the slow walk home…

When I got home my lower leg was covered in blood but 10 minutes of pressure, a splash or three of Hydrogen Peroxide, a change of pants  and 6 band aids and I made it to dinner with Katherine and The Meat Queen.


12 responses to “7-27-11 Sometimes You’re The Windshield/Sometimes You’re The Bug

  1. I had something similar happen to me last year. Like a boozer, holding a bottle, I instinctively held up the camera as I fell… Only the lens hood broke.

  2. I love how you kept taking photos. You are a trooper. I hope you heal quickly and maybe you should get a guide dog for when you have your camera.

  3. Oh my, I hope you feel better! It is quite the little story though- good thing you’re getting a gig.

    I split my chin once when I was younger. It took me a while to realize because I could only see the blood on my leg. It wasn’t a fun time. Stiches- not fun.


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