My face hurts...

Injured cyclist, Swaziland 2009

I remember reading somewhere that the quality of a photographer is judged by how much they throw away. I was doomed.
So over the years, I've been honing my discipline with regards to deleting photos. However, in one of these culling sessions I came across a photo that should have ceased to exist years ago. Fortunately it didn't and after playing around with it for a while I came up with an image I'm now pretty fond of.
What a great lesson not only in why there's sometimes a good reason for holding on to things, but also in portraiture.
When taking photos for a mountain bike challenge, one rider came off his bike in front of me. With no way to assess the damage, he asked me to take a photo of him so he could look at himself on the camera. The rest is history...