there is a market for climbing photos.
people buy this stuff or they don't.
for the armchair critics.
how about a big arsed bumbly calender, starring particularly vocal chockstoners,
p.s.
i've never been in a situation where people on the ground have been calling up to a climber
"geeze mate, you were great on passport to insanity, but by god you're really crap on punks in the gym"
maybe i've lived a sheltered life.
i just remember my first (top rope) climbing experiences where so much encouragement came from below
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