Sometimes following a different path home after work is it’s own reward. Other times, you stumble on cool photo opportunities like this one. I call it “Reason #572 that I’d make a lousy soldier.”
If I was the guy on the rope, I’d be frozen just about there, trying to decide if it was a better idea to claw and scrabble my way back up the wall or if I should spend the next several weeks continuing to inch my way down.
If I was the guy on the roof, I’d be throwing up all over the guy on the rope.
I’m not fond of heights. I’ve got no problem with tall buildings or planes or anything that’s nicely enclosed, like a cable car or a scenic overlook on a mountainside. But, just as an example, if I stand on a chair and look up at the ceiling, I get this disturbing sense of vertigo. Ditto for lying on my stomach on a rooftop with my head and shoulders sticking over the precipitous drop. Situations like that, I feel like wherever my head is pointed, my body is going to follow.
I suppose it’s something I’d get accustomed to with exposure, but I’ve really got no great incentive to practice.