Over thirty years ago I opened a copy of National Geographic magazine and saw the best photograph I had ever seen. It was of dogwood branches in bloom reaching out over a shallow river, where the water was blurred by a one or two second exposure.
As a teenager I had always wanted to be a National Geographic photographer. Even the names of the staff photographers sounded exciting. I remember one was called Dean Conger. I imagined (wrongly) that he was an underwater photographer photographing things like conger eels. More recently I worked as an assistant to a National Geographic photographer on assignment. My job was to...
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