In September of 2004 I arrived at the Mammoth Springs complex in Yellowstone right after a guy had been gored by an elk. It was rutting season, and the rangers were moving people back when a man burst out of the crowd and raced forward with his camera. The bull, thinking this creature was after his female, lowered his head and tossed him a few feet.
In this case it wasn't passion for photography, but stupidity.
In India, at a dance performance in an old haveli, we sat on the wide wall between two empty fountains. A man stood to take a photo, then stepped back to frame the shot better. The pool was about 6 feet deep, and with nothing to break his fall, he was hurt in a country with no ambulances. The employees carried him out and called a taxi.
I turn around and look when I'm on a lawn, and want to step back. I never step backwards without looking anymore.
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