If you have ever wondered what Paragliding is, what it feels like, or perhaps why people like us pursue it with unrelenting passion, I present Flying Under Fabric. A short film explaining why we do it, and what draws us to fly with nothing but some fabric and string. I hope you enjoy:
Latest video project “Flying Under Fabric” now complete.
In the making of this project I am extremely thankful to all those who have participated. Thankful to Clark for helping make some of these unique shots “possible” with all his inventions and talents. Some of these shots have been years in the making and development of the “right way” to capture the moment. It just wouldn’t be possible without Clark’s dedication to finding ways of “capturing the shot.” Thanks to all those who were willing to sit down and share their thoughts about paragliding. Also, thanks to everyone who was willing to get out and fly with us, as it is always a pleasure rubbing shoulders with so many great, friendly, and fun to be around pilots.
This image was actually captured yesterday….on Thanksgiving. While most people were snuggled up with their turkey dinner inside warm homes, I found myself battling the winter wind. Honestly, I wouldn’t wish it any other way, as spending a few quiet moments in the wild mountains is my own way of expressing thanks. As evening was approaching I was following a couple of male bighorn sheep not far from Grand Teton National Park. Wild animals are not always predictable, but sheep and goats generally like an established perch to gaze from. With that thought in mind, I decided to set up a shot in hopes that one would make their way to the edge and offer a kingly silhouette. As dusk approached, the older male ventured to the edge for a brief moment. A moment which serves as a thankful reminder that we live on an amazing earth and share it with amazing creatures.
It has been a rather gloomy week as winter begins to sink her teeth in along the Wasatch Front. I love all the seasons of the year, but the older I get the more I seem to like winter the least as it cuts through my very bones. However, with winter comes the beautiful blue and purple hues only to be found lingering in the cold air of the season. The following image is a reminder to me of the subtle colors that winter offers. I frequent Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming fairly often as it is close, and offers a plethora of dramatic photographic options. This particular trip was spur of the moment (like most of them are) just as winter began to loosen its grip on the mountains. The image was taken as I shivered in the pre-dawn light waiting for the moon to set in the west, just as the morning alpenglow touched the peaks. I wish I could say the image was completely planned, but the reality is, it was mostly spur of the moment luck.