I’m not going to write some narrative conveying a tale, I’m just going to, as requested, let the images speak for themselves and see what feelings they’ll bring to life in you. Now, I still feel I have to convey what kind of thoughts and words come to my mind viewing these images (or shooting them be truthful). I’d be bold enough to quote Green Day and “Just f***ing swear a lot.” So here is me cursing, embracing these painful six images of agony, and just in case this blog doesn’t approve of my colourful language, I won’t say it, I’ll just spell it out: Per centum sign, ampersand, hash, question mark, exclamation point, star.
You have all my respect this is a great challenge and you do it so well! Thanks for sharing
Thank you my friend, and you’re most welcome.
Snow, water, ice or fire, you truly are a master of the elements!
RIP little Trooper.
First think I thought of was a stormtrooper s’more… just missing a graham cracker and some chocolate.
This is such a sad and brutal series of images. So well done. Congratulations and thanks for sharing! Poor lil Stormie.
It looks like payback for Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru.
Congratulations on a great set of images. You are a more courageous man than me.
This is a devastating series, but so well done! You captured the fire beautifully, I can really feel how hot it is for that poor, poor trooper.
Just plain amazing!