On the phone with my photo editor Jeremy Harrison while driving back to the office, I simultaneously saw a welder on top of a giant cylinder of rebar and heard Jeremy say that we needed some sort of photo for tomorrow's page B1.

So I pulled over, looked around for good backgrounds, and chose which angle to shoot the welder from. I walked back and forth, scrambled on top of my car, moved the car, attempted to climb a nearby bridge support, all while shooting frames. After ninety frames, I thought I had an adequate picture. It was only adequate, but the situation didn't look like it would improve anytime soon.

I started to drive off, then decided to stop and try from the other end. Just as I got my camera up to my face, the welder left. I shot only two frames as he walked away, and one of them turned out to be unsharp.

But Jeremy like the other one, and so do I.