Photojournalism, as a job, has certain unique challenges associated with it.

Dust, waiting, dirt, more waiting, dogs, suddenly very important officials, crazed roosters, traffic, that never ending fake smile, and the annoying “V” sign that some people seem incapable of not doing the moment someone with a camera appears. There is being yelled at, shot at, hustled at, posed at, lied at, and door-slammed at. Lenses get dirty, batteries go dead, sun sets, rain deluges, chips fill up, shadows happen, flights are canceled, fixers don’t, all usually at the worst possible time and place. There are bugs, snakes, busses, bugs, recalcitrant burros, bars, bellowers, bamboozlers, grumpy camels, bureaucrats, and maniacal taxi drives.

The list is much longer but you get the idea.

Though the positive aspects of this work far outweigh the negatives, for me anyway, this blog post is about one of the major challenges of documentary photography in a very dusty, hot and humid clime.

Ice. Yes, ice.

Today as I was working outside in the mid day sun, a sweat rivulet trickling down my back, my hands where so grimy and slick that it was almost impossible to hold the camera or adjust the f-stop or shutter speed suddenly these images started to appear in my mind.

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Julian Ray

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