#ROGER FISHMAN PLUS#

Man to emancipate himself from the herd and from its well-worn paths. It is what is commonly called vocation an irrational factor that destines a What is it, then, that inexorably tips the scales in Not moral decision, for nine times out of ten we decide forĬonvention likewise. Necessity, for necessity comes to many, and they all take refuge inĬonvention. Out of unconscious identity with the mass as out of a swathing mist? Not “What is it, in the end, that induces a man to go his own way and to rise This is one gift that he sent to me…and one of many that are worth sharing. is a veterinarian.Ī dear friend of mine sometimes sends me gems….that make me think, feel and pay attention in a different way. will make one try anything to get some medical relief.Įven if the doctor providing the medicine. in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. or if it even worked.īut i can say with certainty, that being in the DRC. To this day i have no idea what the pill actually was named. Then before he could answer, i took the pill from his hand and swallowed it. So i obviously asked him if it was a close cousin or distant cousin. I asked him what the pill was…and he told me it was a cousin of morphine. that could possibly alleviate some of my back pain. and i spoke with one young french doctor that was there.Īnd he had an idea for me. i had brought these clothes to give away to the local community.

#ROGER FISHMAN PLUS#

Oh yeah, then i also had to carry 2 massive duffel bags of about 100 plus pounds of clothes. so 13 hours in total without barely moving. and be on the tarmac for 5 hours and then fly 8 more hours. What probably caused this pain was bending my 6’2″ in frame into a gumby position in order to sit in coach seat. such extreme pain that i wanted to scream or cry most of the time. for my back was experiencing excruciating spasms. while turning my slightly overweight waist (ok, a really overweight waist) into a super large exercise ball. and literally seemed to slowly crimp and crawl its way up my stomach.

the type of virus that started in the pit of my stomach. ready to photograph bonobos.īut ending up as sick as sick can be. someway.įor the real risk in life, is not taking one. and wandering amongst the symphony of nature…is truly pure joy. or living with an inuit and going out in a motorized kayak amongst truly epic glaciers. and many of my friends think rolling around in penguin poo or elephant dung is less then appetizing…to say the least. So while many people think camping in antarctica in -40 degree weather with 40 mph winds is crazy…maybe even stupid. We have the responsibility to protect this world, so future generations can experience the splendor that came before us…is struggling to stay with us…so that these future generations can live amongst the natural world which helps make this planet…our lives…our joy…help have meaningful purpose. and absolutely epic in its beauty and harmony. The common thread of it all…is that our planet is glorious. wander amongst predators and penguins…and engage with cultures that one usually only learns about through books or television. I’ve had the privilege to explore the world. Hopefully these photos and short films inspire you to actively explore our planet and actively protect those with no voice. Thank you for coming to experience my site.

Roger fishman