Those that have gotten to know me over the years know that I often find myself conflicted by my love for adventures and my conservative approach to taking risks. Thankfully I married the right person. I think it is safe to say my wife, Sam, is an adrenaline junkie - or a least a very committed thrill-seeker. One of those thrill-seeking activities she has come to love is cliff-jumping - something naturally I naturally avoid.
I know what you are thinking, and no this is not a story about my better half pushing me to overcome my fears. Sam is yet to get me to jump off anything higher than maybe 20 feet with no obstacles to potentially hit on the way down. Though I guess you could say that getting over my fear of HER jumping is pushing me to face my fears…but I digress. The best thing about married to a thrill-seeker is the constant desire to get of the beaten path, and as a photographer many of my best days of shooting have come from searching for the next adrenaline rush. The jumping I can absolutely do without, but the adventure spent trying to find the perfect spot is something I am up for any day. So I wanted to give a shout out to the woman that gives me a nice balance of anxiety and appreciation for the adventures she seeks, since it allows me to pursue my passion in environments that would otherwise be left undiscovered.
My wife cliff-jumping at Cala Goloritzé in Sardinia, Italy. Approximate height, 50 feet.