Interesting conversations here!
Initially I thought "Ho Humm" but there have been both some good stories and some lively changes of opinion, andI get to thinking, which means that more than one brain cell are coming into contact, which tends to be a good thing for me...
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One thing that came to mind when this thread first came up was the fact that I engaged in much more behavior that would "traditionally" be considered "risky" when I was young -- my family took vacation time camping out in the "wilds" every year and I had a habit of getting out and exploring and clamboring around, everything from wandering alone deep into the woods (imagine coming face-to-face with a moose sow, for example, which happened to me in Canada) to doing high rock-climbing to get to a "cool" place. Anything was game if I could get to it!
Fast forward to my adult days and yeah, sure, I wasn't so "reckless" -- the idea of being dead by 25 was no longer appealing (back in the '60s that was an actual mindset). So, typically the most "death-defying" thing I did as a young husband and father was to drive a car, something that leads to tens of thousands of deaths every year in the USA, but, hey, "watch out for the other guy" has always been a saying that I've gone by, and it has worked.
And then there are flashes, both before and after I got "serious" about photography. I went skydiving a bunch of years ago, not as a photographer, but because I just wanted to, and it was a great experience, better than the best roller-coaster! And yeah, people die sky-diving, I'm sure the "statistics" beat out driving a car. Do I regret it? Nah, no way, and when George HW Bush went skydiving for his 80th birthday did I say "What a fool!"? Nah, I cheered him on!
I should say that as "reckless"/adventuresome as I was as a youth, yes I did have accidents and various injuries, but I have never (as far as I know) had a broken bone. I've always exercised some common sense, even as I was clamboring around thing way up above what would have been a deadly fall.
Could something have happened to me like happened to the gal at Niagra Falls? Yeah, it could have if I was taking a calculated risk but lost my footing. But, like I said, I have always exercised common sense, even though sometimes you have to compromise, like the time I was in the desert and saw a very small opening at the base of a boulder, a "crawl space", and I crawled in, despite being fully aware of being in "critter territory". Well, I got through into a room-sized opening that was covered wall-to-wall with old Native American petrographs, and no sign of a human being having been in there for what, 150 or more years? Hmm, at least I didn't get bitten by rattlesnakes. But if I had been more risk-adverse, I wouldn't have that story to tell...
But you know what? As an active photographer, yeah, I've gone through a lot to get shots, but I can't think of things that you would call "reckless", at least not like thing I did when I was young. It's interesting, but even though I've done a bit of "clamboring around", I can't recall anything "death-defying"...
Except...these days my "normal" mode of transportation has been a bicycle -- I pack gear in a backpack, hop on my bike, and go, well, wherever. That sounds "harmless", but I'm in a busy suburban/residential area where sometimes there is a sidewalk or bike lane, sometimes not, and I'm always "aware" that one wrong wobble with my bike or from a car and it could be all over, and that as I'm off to capture photographs (although it could also be just a trip to a local market)!
So, to me, that's kind of entertaining -- bikers get hurt (and die) all the time, and yet we don't view that activity as "foolish risk-taking"! Funny!