Photographer Hanged By Her Own Camera Strap!
My friend (more like a pain-in-the-ass acquaintance) died while trying to photograph lightning. Now I’m torn about how bad I’m supposed to feel about it.
That bloated, bitch colleague of mine fell over the edge of this cliff while trying to get a picture of that bridge (below). Her camera strap must’ve been around her neck, and it got caught on something on the way down. She slowly choked to death. Yep, this time she went too far. Fat Maxine was strangled by her own stupidity and I can’t bring myself to shed a tear over it.
That’s really unfair to talk about her that way, but everything I say about her is totally true. She is obese, a bitch, and did a dumb and dangerous thing. Who goes into a storm like that anyway? Sure, it’s a fine looking day today, but it poured an ocean last night. The skies were active for hours. Every experienced photographer knows the proper procedure when it comes to shooting lighting. Don’t go out in the storm! We’re supposed to shoot the approaching one. If the rain starts, it’s over. The danger of being struck by lightning is far too great. And what’s the point of hanging around just to get our gear wet? What an idiot! Maxine, you went too far!
But there’s no telling Fat Maxine what to do. No. That’s what she does. When she gets an idea in her head, she just won’t let it go. If you tell her she can’t do something, she does it anyway, no matter how dangerous it might be. Her defiant, careless attitude has brought her close to some scrapes in the past but this time it has got her killed. But how did she get by that tall, pointy fence? She’s too heavy to climb it. Top class athletes would find it difficult. I don’t get it. Why go over the fence at all? She had a tripod with her. It’s taller than that fence! If her angle was obscured by it in some way, all she had to do was extend the tripod’s crane and shoot over it!
Police said that she slipped on the mud and fell. They found her mangled tripod at the base of the cliff. She, on the other hand, didn’t fall that far. Apparently, she started to slide down the cliff-face when the end of a tree root caught hold of the strap. It was just a few feet below the cliff’s edge. She dangled there until she passed. Some guy who was jogging on the bridge saw her body hanging up there in the morning light. It was a shocking discovery, and it made news headlines today. Everyone I know is talking about it now. What I don’t get is why she didn’t use the equipment she had with her — and how on earth did she get on the other side of that fence? It shouldn’t have happened. I told her not to shoot the storm. It wasn’t her forte.
Sure, I never cared for her mouthy, unladylike attitude. We argued many times. The profanity she uses is disgusting—never mind insulting. That’s why I tried to keep well out of her way. Fat Maxine is my way of distancing myself from that toxic personality. Despite the friction, I never wished her dead, not once. Her close friends are upset that she’s gone. It’s sad, sure, but I’m not going to cry over it. I just don’t understand why she died at all. There was no need to go on the other side of that fence.
Five Random Victims
Summer Thunderstorms
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman
SEETHINGS: “Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”
- Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.