M is for Mount Fuji. In Japan.
C is for climbing Mount Fuji one week before the season begins. F is for the five and a quarter hours the ascent took, and T is for the three and a quarter hours the descent took. All in one glorious day, the sun was shining, not a drop of rain or a breath of wind, glorious weather, and all with great climbing companions.
It’s not often you have to climb to 3,776 metres on an active volcano to undertake a business photography assignment, but that’s what I did three days ago. All the way up, me, a journalist colleague, a guide, a friend, and a CEO of a company whom I had to photograph.
Stopping at the torri shinto gates, getting the CEO to walk through, stand here, look up to the summit. Pictures at the crater, pictures on the edge. Pictures on the one and only digital camera and lens I’d carried for the job, trying as best I could to keep my bag light in weight. I’d of course, like any good freelancer, carried ‘another camera for myself’, I’d taken my 6×7 mamiya, to shoot film, colour neg, try and get a series out of the day, another small project to tinker with and have. You never know when you need a project like that. Something new to show.
Funny ol’ job, great assignment, great day.