You know, it’s one of those things. I have never assumed that the stuff I like, others might like, too. Always too weird, too quirky, too…something. The patterns seen from above with a drone, for example, are way cool. Patterns like quilts, man-made, unseen. I kinda thought others thought straight-down was disconcerting, or hard to discern, so I’ve tried to photograph at more of an angle, more like a landscape. The arrogance of an artist, to think you’re strange and have nothing to offer except to yourself, because you look around and, very seldom, see a reflection of yourself.
And yet, here’s a bunch of cool drone photographs, of Vermont, in The New York Times: https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/13/travel/vermont-drone-photographs.html
Hope you all are keeping yourselves entertained in isolation. Frankly, I have to believe all this introspection may be good for the soul – just being stuck where the shit hits the fan – with no way to escape into “busy-ness.”
I’m building towards where I want to be, who I want to be. Sometimes not moving fast enough, sometimes feeling like I’m not moving at all. Yearning for distraction, yearning for connection, fighting my phone like it’s a drug. And then other days, like yesterday, I ride for hours, and stop to fly my drone. Reminding myself what is real – learning that all my distractions don’t equal even the drone shot un-gotten because loss of charge.
Fight Distraction, Go Do Something Fun
