A gorgeous time-lapse video of Yosemite, by Sheldon Neill and Colin Delehanty. (via Bad Astronomy)
I need to go there.
posted by Casey Cichowicz in nature, video | * | 11 comments
Me too! Let’s gas up, and head out.
Reminds of a road-trip from Denver to KC, when I’d (with others) been tasked with opening a new Joslin’s for the company we worked for. We’d been there two weeks and were given the opportunity to come home to KC over the week-end. We started out in a storm at 5:30 pm in Denver. We drove out of it, at some point east. About 1:30 in the morning, we stopped at a truck-stop in the mid-regions of Kansas to fill up. At the check-stand I picked up a truckers favorites cassette. We popped it in the dash of the Blazer we were driving. We had the moon-roof open. Somewhere along the way, someone in the car said, “holy shit!” looking up. We stopped the car a few minutes and looked at the sky, at the stars, some of us had never seen before, through the roof. Black was all around us in the seemingly uninhabited countryside.
We continued on, listening to Cledus, Red Sovine, Minnie Pearl. We laughed and laughed. (I sang along with most of the songs.) Got back home to KC about 5:00 am. I was dropped off at my apartment. I crawled into bed with Danny. Slept until Noon. Spent the rest of the day with him and was picked up on Sunday morning at 8:00 for the trek back to Denver.
Back in the late 70s and 80s, I had a black & white darkroom setup and enjoyed the intersection of art and technology that it involved. Really appreciated B&W masters like Edward Weston, Paul Strand, Minor White, Fred Picker, and the one who was best at self-promotion – Ansel Adams. Adams was best known for his work in Yosemite. When my wife and I got to Yosemite in the late 80s, she pointed out that he had it easy. He could point his camera anywhere in or around the valley and come up with a beautiful image.
To each his own (or so they say), but much as I’m sure I would love to explore Yosemite, this video left me cold. That it felt impersonal is the first impression that comes to mind, and of course, that is the point, in a sense: the grandeur of such a place as Yosemite is indeed impersonal.
My chilly response is a bit odd, I’ll say that much, as the impersonality of what exists outside my own head is in fact of tremendous value to me. I’m not saying anything like: Oh, this Yosemite video makes me feel insignificant, and that upsets me. Believe me, my favorite places on earth are those upon which I can feel insignificant. That’s a beautiful form of calm.
I dunno. Maybe my taste just doesn’t run to landscape photography (or videography). But that’s not altogether true. I can think of photographs that I love which contain no obvious signs of human impress, no structures made by us. But — and maybe herein lies the key — those ‘pure’ landscape photographs that do hit me are those that are not overwhelming, at least not overwhelming in the sense of showing so much as this video does. And now that I reflect, they always contain something I recognize as human, whether it is a visible alteration in the landscape (or suggestion of same) or something I discern and identify as the photographer’s point of view.
The sublime absence-of-the-human that I love in the grand spaces of ‘Nature’ is something that is lost in the translation into art — for me, anyway.
Yes, Sheila, that.
Ricky Cameron, you got you a memory.
As for what I was going on about just now, I’m still trying to sort it all out.
I’ll always be sorting, Sheila.
And I’d sure love to go road-tripping with you and listen to truckers’ favorites. “A whip’s an antenna.”
Which reminds me of a friend’s adventures over at some truck stops off I-80 just across the state line. In Indiana.
And now (prompted by the Yosemite HD time-lapse video and Rick’s road-trip reminiscence) I am thinking once again, “Maybe I should look for work as a long-haul trucker.”
I know a guy from Ohio who worked as a long-haul trucker for a good while after high school. Then he did other things and we wound up working at a library together and after a time he became a big wheel at the MacArthur Foundation.
He claims to have met Patty Hearst when she was on the lam, and he told me that she stole his drugs, but I know he was just spoofing me.
Can’t remember if i ever posted this on Clusterflock, but here’s my take on yosemite— far from HD, just rolled out of bed in our pajamas & a cheap point & shoot & next thing we knew we’d walked all the way up half-dome.