From the side of the ring. Photographed with Nikon D300, 35mm lens.
Yesterday, in order to capture some images for the book, I met a friend at the boxing gym downtown where he works out, so I could photograph him in action. I'd never been to a real boxing gym before, and it was pretty intimidating: except for one woman, the patrons were all men -- and these weren't tiny, puny, little men, either. These were big men. Big, manly men. With big, manly, intimidating muscles.
The lone woman who was there came over to talk to me toward the end of the shoot.
"Well, now that you've taken photographs, you're going to have to join up and learn how to box."
"Man, nothing good could come from that."
She smiled. "No?"
"Absolutely not. I'd be knocked out within 30 minutes. Correction: I'd knock myself out within 30 minutes. It wouldn't be pretty."
She laughed good-naturedly.
I wasn't kidding.