In a sports hall full of karatekas, I was out of place. Everyone else was dressed in a white gi, the colour of their belts and the speed of their movements giving away their skill level.
I was dressed in black. All black. And I was slow.
But still, I had the power.
Why? Because I was carrying the camera.
Even the most fearsome 5th dan black belts stepped out of my way when they heard the sharp metallic click of my shutter. There was bleeding, bruises, pain and agony, but the one person everyone was afraid of, was me. Me and my Canon.
|You'll be collecting your teeth off the floor.
|Nope, too fast for you!
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