damn good at it too. Unfortunately for a Photog wielding a 20 pound camera, his work space is not a friendly shooting environment. What you see in that photo is what I had. Roughly four feet by six, subtract the area of a man, divide that by two, then subtract the area of the light I had to set up to have any usable shots. Add a curious dog to that equation and you get the idea, it was tighter than tight.
I wasn't worried about having any sound, that was a given. Having enough shots for what I was told would be a long PKG, a little nervous. Scrap the wide shots, I had Close ups, Closer ups, and "Wheres my damn macro" shots.
One of the reasons this story is still in my head was how hard I had to work for it. I spent what seemed like hours holding my camera at arms length, above my head, and in many other 'strenuous to hold for a long time positions'. It was probably no more than a few minutes but I'm sticking to hours. Don't believe me? Check out my wicked Biceps.
The other reason it's stuck in my head, the music.
Now if you'll excuse me I have a sudden urge to go put on a bunch of glow stick jewelry and buy black lights.