In the early 1970s, David took me on a canoe club trip down
the middle portion of the Chatooga River , on the border between
Georgia and South Carolina. As I recall, we traveled in the Folboat
he had built from a kit in his basement--from one of the most
mysterious set of instructions ever put into English.
At the climax of the trip, we reached a stretch of rapids
with a waterfall so large that many portaged around it. Not David.
He asked me to stand on a high, dry rock and take pictures of
him as he shot the big rapids at Bull Sluice.
The results were among his favorite photographs. For many
years, he kept this sequence of pictures framed on his desk.
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