"While shooting in an abandoned mining town in Colorado, our DP, Zak Ray, sporting his signature foam flip flops, stepped on a rusty nail that was surely five score years or older. Though bleeding and risking tetanus and death, he insisted on finishing the scene, operating a gimbal no less!
We were just about to wrap for the day, as the last rays of golden sun blinked beyond the mountain peak, and the valley settled into blue twilight, when a handsome clash of bucks made assembly on the southern crest. They stood for a moment, admiring this wounded animal execute his tracking shot. Then, one by one, bowed their great racks, acknowledging the sandaled professional’s bravura, and perhaps, we might hope, forgiving each in small part the follies of man."
-- Anonymous on DP Zak Ray