When I retired I embarked on a 4-year road trip in pursuit of apex predators and wide-open spaces. A month here, two months there. Hundreds of motels. Tent-camping in the Tetons. Something like 7-8 round trips coast to coast, Atlantic to Pacific. Three different Ford SUVs, umpteen thousands of miles.
I tended to winter in warmer climates. Tuscon was a favorite. And of course while in Arizona I sought out the Grand Canyon. I opted for a helicopter tour.
Unbeknownst to me, taking acceptable video while squeezed into the back seat of a wind-buffeted chopper 6000 feet above the Colorado River is impossible. Not to mention that at that time, ten years ago, I didn’t know squat about how to operate a camera. So I did what most tourists do – I bought a DVD from the gift shop.
Surprisingly, I got some good still photos through the scratched and sun-baked, plastic canopy, which was horrible at catching and reflecting colors from inside the cabin. It is only now that I have enough Photoshop skills to rescue them. I can’t decide between color and black & white versions; you be the judge.
It’s rather exhilarating to be flying virtually nap of the earth and suddenly a mile deep chasm opens up under you. Takes your breath away.
🙂 🙂 🙂
giblets & flapdoodle 